The Silence That Devours

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[The darkness stretches long, but I know the dawn is coming, even if silence holds it back]

I’ve been silent for so long, not because I wanted to be, but because there are things inside me that I can’t even begin to speak. Writing about silent pain, the kind that no one sees—the scars that seem impossible to heal, bleeding through time without ceasing. They’re the wounds we carry with us, moments when we retreat into darkness to heal, ones that no one can truly understand.
These scars don’t fade. They’ve become part of me, etched into my soul in ways that words can’t capture. It’s not just the pain itself—it’s how it stays, how it lingers and shapes everything I do, even when I try to pretend it’s gone. There are times I wonder if anyone could see it, if anyone could truly understand how deep it goes, but the truth is, I don’t even know how to talk about it.
It’s the pain that’s so deep, it’s hard even to acknowledge. A conversation with myself, one that goes beyond words, where only the soul can listen. In those moments, I try to make sense of it, to somehow find a way to live with it. But all I can do is sit with it, in the silence, feeling the weight of everything I carry. The world moves on, people laugh and love and live, but here I am, stuck in a place where words are useless, where nothing can touch this hurt.
Maybe it's because if I say it out loud, if I let it spill from my lips, it will become too real. Maybe it’s because I’ve learned to hide it, to shield everyone from the truth I don’t even fully understand myself. So, I stay silent, retreating into the darkness, where the only one who listens is me. And still, I wonder… if I let it out, would anyone hear me? Or would they just walk away, like they always do?
Maybe that’s the point. Maybe it’s not about being heard, but about finally allowing myself to feel again. To stop pretending, to stop hiding behind a mask, and accept that healing begins when we finally stop waiting for others to fix us. Maybe it's in that silence, in that darkness, where the soul starts to listen and the pain begins to change.