Your words cut deep, I won't deny,

But silence hurts me, more than why.

At least your words, a painful sound,

Showed I was there, on solid ground.

Now, nothing speaks, no voice, no call,

Just empty air, where shadows crawl.

Your words, a wound, that time might mend,

But silence breaks, and has no end.

I'd take your rage, your angry plea,

Than this cold space, where you're not free.

Your words, a scar, I'd learn to keep,

But silence leaves, a wound too deep.