I grew up in silence

Please say something.

I like to think that we all have the chance to talk, even if some of us do not get along so well. I like to think that at some point we will raise our voices, without the need to shout, because today it is our mind, our murmurs, and our silences that make noise, are not silences supposed to make no noise? The silences should not make so much noise.

Throughout my life I grew up in silence, I grew in silence, I breathed silence, I lived silences, hours, days, weeks and even years in silence, the price of having nothing to say, or not wanting to say, is that in a At the moment the loads on the back are going to be greater, and the only thing we are going to get is silence, only now this silence stuns me, it suffocates me, it goes deep, and I do not have the strength to stop it.

Is not the human being supposed to have the ability to communicate with others? I think the distribution should have been more equitable, in our lives we are going to find those people who can express absolutely everything, without effort, without their hearts wrinkling when saying things. We will also find those who transmit the right and necessary, without harming the rest but without harming themselves. And there are those who do not have the need to talk to anyone, who hold the bullets in silence, who from time to time we go away to scream, we live by sighs for everything we keep quiet, we have the perfect company of silence, He follows us everywhere, and closes our mouths and our hearts, and makes us unable to express, to feel.

It's looking at you every day in the mirror, and beyond what you say, the words of encouragement, the "hello, how are you?", The conversations about feelings, about the weather, about clothes, no matter everything you say, if you keep breathing silence, fear, empathy, lack of courage, maybe, for fear of hurting the rest, regardless of the remains that are broken inside. Please say something. Do not continue healing wounds of the rest, heal yours, do not spend your life without saying what you feel, because in a moment all the words you did not say will end up killing the little of being alive that you have left, do not let the silence envelop your essence I'll tell you again, say something, please.