🖤 OPEN UP. GET BURNED. AGAIN.

They said, “You can talk to me.”
But you learned quickly:
Anything you say can and will be used against you.
So you stopped.
You stopped explaining yourself.
You stopped opening up.
You shut it down.
Because every time you let someone in,
They turned your pain into evidence.
Ammunition.
Mockery.

But silence isn’t peace.
Silence is prison.

And maybe that's why this next generation isn't talking anymore.
Not to friends.
Not to family.
Not to therapists.
Because they know how the story ends.
And they’re tired of being dissected, fixed, or betrayed.

So we go quiet.
We carry it alone.
We bury it beneath work, jokes, overachievement, or isolation.
And nobody ever knows the war going on beneath our skin.

Until we finally break.

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