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.

“Your words wound me deeply,” My voice cracked with each word. “But your silence hurts even more.” My mother did nothing, said nothing, to defend herself. She had planned and executed everything with help from her new husband. My throat sore from screaming and crying, begging for my own mother not to do this, but she didn’t give any hint of an attempt to stop all of this.

“The contract has been officially transfered, ma’am.” A man in a black suit gestured to a paper in his hand to my mother.

No, she isn’t that to me.

Not anymore. She is monster.

“Thank you, now my life is in my own.” She turns away from me without a second look. “As it should have been since the beginning.”

The men that held me down, hands tied behind my back, lifted me to my feet and forced me to the back of a van. I still fought them, even when I thought there was no more fight left in me. All I had was myself now, everyone else betrayed me.

“LET GO OF ME!” I screetched into one of man’s ears.

“Shut the fuck up!” my mouth was taped shut, but my screams were just as loud. “She’s a fighter, but looks like she’ll make a great plaything.” they all erupted in heinous laughter as I’m tossed into the van, the doors slamming shut behind me. I struggled to get to my knees, throwing my body against the doors.

I was about to start bashing my head against the glass when large gloved hands pushed me into, pinning me. Every ounce of me burned with rage and fight as I kicked my feet out, my jeans pulling taut with every one that missed my attacker.

“Stay still, or else I’ll ruin this perfect fucking cunt of your’s, making you useless before we event reach the compund.” His hot rancid breath made me dry heave. “But nothing is stopping me from feeling up this tight little body you have.” He snarled, sliding a hand down my back and groping my behind roughly. I was going to sick, absolute disgust filled me with every touch he did.

“Hey! Don’t ruin the product! You’ll have to pay for her if you want to do that!” A man from the front seat shouted back at my attacker. His hand stopped, removing himself from me entirely, he made his way to the front.

“The fuck you just say to me?!” My attacker was pissed.

“Do you have 4.5 billion dollars?” His was calm but threatening to the other. The silence turned the air cold as the van drove away from the city and into the mountains. Where was this compound that they mentioned? How far away were they taking me?

Why doesn’t matter how far I was going? I didnt have anywhere to go. Didn’t have anyone to run to, no one to take me in. I was utterly alone.

My mind began to dissociate, tethering off from the world I was thrown into. I didn’t care what was going to happen to me, my fight finally empty.

I give up.

My heart longed for you, crying in silence. Your words wound me deeply, but your silence hurts even more. I broke the trust we had, dragging you back to your darkest days. The painful times I promised to never repeat.

You fought fiercely to keep our love alive. Fighting for me. Fighting by me. But I did not rose to meet you at the podium. Letting you down was my greatest regret. One I'm willing to pay for, even if it takes the rest of my life.

“If I love you I can’t lie to you”

“Of course you can lie to me , cuz what the hell do i care about the truth?i care if your were there And what- what does the truth matter? And why you gonna be truthful with me when you lie to everybody else? You lied when you smiled at my father, treat me the same way you treat him. Lie to me , smile”

“I can’t treat you that way”

“You must,you must,because I’ve caught the frowns and the anger, he’s happy with you,of course he doesn’t know your unhappy, you grin at him all day long, you’ll come and I catch hell because i love you. And im saying either fake it with me or don’t speak to me at all”