Writing Prompt

"You should be happy." Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say.

I was going to tell you. Going to tell you why I was just "ok." I tried to find you, But you had already left.

It's her birthday. I still have to make her a card. This is a wonderful birthday present. I'm tired of life being tossed around Like it's in a washing machine. I'm tired of being mad, And trying to figure out who to be mad at, And trying not to pick sides.

You're the pillar that I lean on emotionally, And I needed you today -- I still need you. And you're not here, And your last words to me Were telling me I should've been happy.

I know you meant it in a positive way, But there's a lot you don't know, And now I can't tell you Because tomorrow it will be too late And it would be awkward to bring up. Your words slightly wound me, and your absence hurts even more.

Seven days. For seven days she has been ignoring me. She doesn‘t speak to me, she doesn‘t even look at me. For seven days I‘ve been enduring the most gutwrenching emotions, trying to avoid her presence as much as possible as to not get hurt. But now I‘ve had enough. I can‘t deal with the silence anymore. Therefore, I am now standing infront of her door, contemplating if I should knock or just walk away. It‘s either I walk away and deal with many more days of silence or face her and probably live trough the worst conversation of my life. But before I could even come to a decision the door happened. I stood there, completly caught offguard, looking at the disheveled female infront of me. Her hair was a mess and eyebags painted her eyes; she had just awoken from a nap. „What are you doing here?“, she asked me after a minute of awkward silence. I cleared my troath, looking down. „We need to talk.“ My words came out in a mumble. Taking in all the courage that there is in me, I looked her in the face again. „The words you said to me wound me deeply, but your silence hurts even more.“ She sighed, moving from one feet to another. „I‘m sorry“, her voice was quiet but firm. „Please, come in.“ An invitation to talk things trough. A small smile painted my face as I walked into her home, closing the door behind me. After seven days, it would be okay again.

_‘Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts more. You throw knives and swords at me in place of using words and making memories. _ __ _You scream and yell as I shake and cry. _ Inside my head, I’m screaming for help and praying to God I die. __ _You’re so drunk and drugged out of your mind. _ I wish others could see the disturbed , evil, and sociopathic side you hide. Suddenly, I’m in a horror movie being chased by a serial killer. It’s my own husband; the black, hollow eyes have taken over. It’s truly terrifying; I feel like I’m losing my mind. My body’s shutting down; no one’s helping; no one’s around! Almost no one believes me; I don’t know why. I don’t lie! __ You keep me up all night long torturing me. Then for 3 days, ignore me like I’m dead or a ghost. I can’t stand the silence or the violence, but I think the silence kills me more. __

Your words wound me deeply But your silence hurts even more Because I asked if you love me And you shoved me out the door You said that you wanted me But you only wanted decor You said that you loved me But that was long before Your colours bled through Your white bedsheets Your soul has left Your body can’t hurt me

"Suas palavras me ferem profundamente, mas seu silêncio me machuca ainda mais" Em troca dessa frase, recebo ainda mais silêncio. Se nem com a minha arma secreta eu consigo convencê-lo a falar, o que mais o faria? Eu guardo o peso do drama para quando sei que a leveza habitual do meu senso de humor não está gerando frutos. Quando uma pessoa séria diz coisas sérias, isso pode até significar alguma coisa. Mas quando alguém como eu, que cresceu se protegendo da gravidade de qualquer situação fugindo para a comédia, decide afundar o clima com palavras pesadas como essas... Bom, geralmente eu obtenho um resultado a partir daí. No entanto, com ele eu obtive um total de nada. Ele continua olhando para o horizonte sem direcionar seu rosto para mim. Pelo contrário, é quase como se ele tivesse escolhido essa praça só para que, sob a desculpa de ver o por do sol, ele pudesse desviar ao máximo dos meus olhos. Meus olhos, que antigamente ele elevava ao patamar de mais belos que ele já tinha visto. Eu sei que é difícil competir com um por do sol no Rio de Janeiro, mas me sinto traída quando percebo que nada é capaz de atrair seu olhar de volta para mim. Será que eu o perdi para sempre? Ele não me oferece um olhar, não me oferece um par de palavras. Somente silêncio e distância. Sentado a poucos centímetros de mim, é como se eu estivesse falando com um retrato - uma imagem que reflete a realidade de outrora, incapaz de interagir com quem eu sou aqui e agora. No meio do silêncio, na minha imaginação eu ouço gritos do que ele poderia me dizer. Honestamente até um urro de ódio a mim seria melhor que esse silêncio agora. É um castigo que ele está me dando? Ou será que é culpa minha que ele tenha drenado de toda a beleza que suas palavras sempre possuíram?

Your words wound me deeply, But your silence hurts even more I stared at your reflection When you said ‘whatever’ Darling, I’d never forget those words

They lingered behind Like the sweet-sour taste of a citrus But I’d always have you as breakfast I love Citrus I love Pineapple I always knew, I’ll fight for you

I text you at 3am, but you never reply I text you at 4am At 5am…At every am and pm Your silence bothered my soul I couldn’t cry no more

I yearned for a ‘Hi’ I yearned for your voice, the lullaby that sends me to a peaceful slumber I yearned for your smile, as glassy as the galaxy That makes my life starry, a beautiful smile in the sky

You’ve gone far away I can’t see your eyes My daily bread And breath My sweet lemonade Oh, beloved!

Your silence makes me weak!

Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts me even more. Your tears swamp the floor, but I am too far away to catch them. The world is crushing down on you like torn bricks, the debris pierce your soul, I am still too far away to save you.

I suffer in your silence, and you slowly fade with pain. I brought us here to this barren stage, where only sadness and sorrow linger. The distance between us has never been greater.

Have I broken us, finally?

Your head hangs low, your heart is in tatters, your mind is wrecked. I hesitate, knowing I should move, to hold you, lift you as you always lifed me up. Cradle you, kiss you softly and gently whisper to you: “I am here”.

But no, I stand here paralysed, watching you burn inside. Like a mummified corpse, I am still, cold like an iceberg.

The destroyer of your innocence. The dimmer of your light. The poison to your spirit. The oppressor of your heart.

What judgment is he to be served for these crimes?

Darling your tender and loving heart chose to love, it just met the wrong match.

Me.

You’ve forgotten about me, Haven’t you. I am, indeed, an old trinket, Forgotten and bruised. You played with me like a toy, Smiling and laughing, Until I bored you and was not enough. Now I lie and rust, With eternal wounds that have scarred.

You’ve forgotten about me, But I can never forget you. The small marks upon my sullen skin Could write out your name. I was just a toy for your amusement; Now I am a bundle of memories, Forgotten and scarred.

Your words wound me deeply, But your silence hurts even more, I was the boy who wanted to explore, beaten down to an atom, with no more to adore.

The arguments we had hurt to the core, knowing the only defense for you, is for me to be ignored,

Does that make you feel warm? knowing that you started a storm, that can not be reformed until your thoughts are restored?

I’ll distance myself. Distant from your deformed silence, Thinking we will have another partial alliance, until i truly break the defiance, Seeking guidance on the love we once had

Do want you want You are so amazing You came at the right time

Now you destroy me But your love is so intoxicating You make me want it

It’s whatever you want I want to please you

You say things you dont mean I want to say I’m never going back Never going back

But I still love Still love I’ll try to love someone else

Your words cut me deeply But your silence does more…

Never stop.