The world around me was never truly quiet. Cars passed, people talked, laughter echoed in the distance—but inside me, there was only silence. A deep, endless silence that no sound could ever reach.
I used to be different. I used to laugh without thinking, speak without fear, and dream without limits. But somewhere along the way, life changed me. Maybe it was the words people said… or the ones they never did. Maybe it was the expectations I couldn't meet, or the feelings I didn't know how to express.
So I stopped trying.
I learned to smile when I was breaking. I learned to say "I'm fine" when I was anything but. And slowly, I built walls—not to keep people out, but to protect what was left of me.
Days turned into nights, and nights into long, sleepless thoughts. My mind became louder than any crowd, yet my voice faded more each day. I had so much to say, but no words felt right. It was like being trapped inside myself—watching life pass by, but never truly living it.
People saw me. They talked to me. Some even cared. But no one really understood the silence I carried within. Because silence isn't always peaceful… sometimes, it screams.
And in that silence, I found pieces of myself—broken, scattered, but still there. I realized that maybe I wasn't lost… just hidden. Waiting for the day I'd have the courage to be heard again.
Until then, I remain here—
lost in my own silence,
but slowly learning how to find my way back.