SHUT.

You shut my mouth too tight,

silenced me until I shrank to nothingness,

stabbed me multiple times.

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The knife plunging deep,

creating a second wound at my body’s edge.

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You ignored my pleas, my shouts, my concerns,

despite my voice thundering through the silence,

It’s was all nothing but a desperate echo.

Thundering back at me

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You looked away while I boiled over,

fading into smoke,

waiting for your acknowledgment,

for you to turn off this tugging,

this heat you forced upon me.

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This burden doesn’t belong to me,

and fear creeps in.

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I let you reduce me to nothing—

mouth closed, blood dripping,

softly fading like water in a kettle.

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My words failing a thousand times,

each syllable a testament to my weakness.

My impulsive actions shrinking the flicker of strength I never had much of.

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But in this note, I pour it all out,

transforming pain into beauty,

like a soothing balm for my wounds.

an unmasking of the silence you imposed when I lingered near.

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A remedy stitching together my battered body,

restoring my smokey feather-light fragments,

bringing me back— whole and together again.

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Here, I can cough it out, breathe for a while,

for as long as we remain intertwined,

this bond with my notes keeps me whole and sane,

allowing me to gather my broken pieces within these pages.

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How long these moments might stretch me and snap me back together….Over and over….

I may never know.

Still i go on again and again

Opening the blood filled handles that shield my heart…

To mend it in these pages, moving forward on my path.

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I cherish the countless second chances,

to live, to explore,

found in the simple act of reading and writing,

where every word becomes a lifeline

And a whisper of hope in the chaos of it all.