“Talk.”
“About?”
“Anything.”
“But I have nothing to say.”
Quiet because I don’t feel like a part of your conversations anymore. Quiet because I have seen you talking animatedly with someone else and when it comes to me, you’re busy playing games on your phone. Quiet because I really don’t have anything to say. Quiet because a person who I love immensely made me question the things that come out of my mouth and now I’m afraid of saying them. Quiet because of the mistakes I made. Quiet because I don’t want to hear myself lie over and over again. Quiet because I don’t know who I am anymore.
Lost. Confused. Scared.
The hurt has silenced me, my friend, and it isn’t going away.