Silence is a weapon.
It’s a two edged sword strong enough to shatter any world and leave you bleeding on the floor.
I never knew how to handle it. They told me to be quiet and so I was, but the silence would fill up inside of me to the point where it was so loud that I couldn’t hear anything else but everyone else. When I tried to speak up the words would come out sharper than razors. They would twist and turn over my tongue, leaving a bitter taste of shame in my veins.
That’s the price you pay for being silenced. You will never again open your mouth painlessly.