Silence

This is what I have given everyone until recently. Although I have reached out and regret for fear of what punishment should come this time, I will cling to this solidly. When I last spoke out loud you laughed and ridiculed. When I spoke my wrongs out loud you pointed and laughed. You accused me of things I haven't done, and threw me to waste. Even when I wasn't speaking, you claimed I was. My span of silence has gone three months to this point. Considering the small break I recently took from that silence has filled me with fear, I choose to return to the safety of silence. I choose to let silence and broken fill me. I choose to remember the pain, for it protects me. I fear any good, small, tiny little thing that reminds me will be ripped from me savagely, as has been done before. You'll rip the only flicker that remains for me to speak with, away from me. I am merely waiting in silence for that. And this is why I refuse to let myself out. I can speak with pictures. I can smile when its necessary, I can be alone and there I can protect myself. There is a peace in silence. And like I will understand no one else's silence, no one will ever understand mine. For me I will find some other way to communicate. But nothing will be over any sort of airwaves.
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