Theres likea a special kind of silence that grows in people who’ve been hurt too long.
It’s the kind that presses against your throat
teaching you to swallow every reaction before it escapes.
You learn to read moods like weather patterns
to brace for storms that shouldn’t be yours to endure.
And after a while, you stop asking why.
You just shrink yourself down to whatever size keeps you safest
even if it means disappearing a little more each day.










