sometimes, silence is the loudest cry.
I’m standing on the edge of our memories, feeling the weight of all the unsaid words. Every silent moment is like a punch, a reminder of the things we never fixed, the love that slipped away. It’s like trying to hold onto smoke, always slipping through my fingers, leaving me empty and longing.
Your silence is deafening, a void where once there was laughter and connection. I’m screaming inside, hoping for a sign, a word, anything to pull me back from this loneliness.
Each day, I wake up hoping today will be different, that you’ll reach out and save me from this abyss, but the silence only grows louder.
I’m tired of waiting, tired of hoping for something that seems impossible. It’s like chasing shadows, always out of reach, leaving me drained and broken. The love I have for you is still there, but it’s getting harder to hold on, harder to believe in something that feels so distant.
I’m here, begging for a sign, a word, a gesture to show me that it’s not over. But if this is it, if this silence is all that’s left, then maybe it’s time to let go. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I can’t keep holding on to something that’s not holding on to me.
So, say something, anything. Because if you don’t, I’m afraid this is the end. I’m giving up, not because I want to, but because I have to save myself.
