Silence indeed can be so deafening sometimes.
It feels like the humming of the world going by pounding on the walls of your thoughts unable to escape the silence.
But yet, he can't hear the volume of my thoughts screaming out loudly.
Even when I approach and offer and olive branch I receive a reproached look.
I back away slithering into the abyss which I painstakingly crawled from.
I have never been at loss for words but the despair is too great sometimes, the attempts, one after another and again and again.
I am in pain after all.
Not sure if it gets better. Not sure each time the scab can grow over old wounds. Or will this wound never heal.
I know it isn't his problem.
But then I try to look at myself in the mirror.
I try so hard everyday to move on.
To try again another day.
One day I won't be able to try anymore.
One day I won't be able to resist the tempatation to give in to this misery.
Through this deafening silence all I hear is him trampling over my olive branch and the branches crack in desolate.
Alone.
Unwanted.
Dead.
At peace alas.
