It's quiet, where my mind goes whenever I feel like I need you.
It’s the safety that I want, the warmth that I have no access to, where you’re none existent anymore.
The place where my hopes got so high only to smash back down against the rough ground.
It is the days that I spent worrying about your wellbeing while you chose to ignore me.
The nights I spent crying while you didn’t even care if I was doing well or not.
The evenings where you sat with your friends overthinking about ways to break up with me
instead of working things out, while I was in the dark thinking of ways to make you happier.
It’s the words of your old man still haunting me in my day-to-day life, the man that you are not able to face... the man that destroyed you and hurt you and ruined your life.
The place where I still cry about what happened and dream about smiling to life again, of being fine again, to wake up thanking God that I’m still alive.
The time where I never met you. Where my life was good, and my friends with me and my smile never leaves my face.
It’s quiet, where you left
Where you didn’t stand the tiniest fights for me while I battled the whole world for you.
It’s quiet, my life right now
Cause I pushed everyone out to keep you in.
It’s quiet, my body today
Because I worried sick about pleasing you.
But it’s okay, maybe this silence I live in is the best remedy for my soaked in pain soul.
Maybe, it is the price I pay for letting go of the people that loved me just for you to not love me enough.
Maybe, I will never trust again, or fall in love, or be happy ever again.
Yet, thank you; for loving me as long as you could, for hugging me as tight as you did, and for letting me go the way you did.
I wish you good, I wish you well.
But as long as it's still quiet in my head, I will never forgive you for what you did.
The hell falls upon the doomed souls my love, no matter where you hide, or how much you fight it, what you did will find its way back to you.

The speaker recalls giving everything—love, care, and sacrifice—while their partner remained indifferent, even contemplating leaving instead of fixing things. The silence left behind symbolizes both loneliness and a painful realization of misplaced devotion. The speaker mourns the loss of their past happiness, friendships, and trust in love. Despite recognizing that their partner's actions will eventually catch up with them, there’s no solace in revenge—only an unshakable hurt. The closing lines express a lingering grudge, highlighting that while they wish their ex well, forgiveness will never come. The poem is a raw reflection on heartbreak, self-sacrifice, and the silent wounds left behind.

Ce poème exprime une profonde douleur émotionnelle et un sentiment de trahison après une relation déséquilibrée. Le narrateur évoque tout ce qu'il a donné—amour, attention, sacrifices—tandis que son partenaire restait distant, préférant envisager la rupture plutôt que de résoudre les problèmes. Le silence qui suit devient le symbole de la solitude et de la prise de conscience d’un amour à sens unique. Le narrateur pleure la perte de son bonheur passé, de ses amitiés et de sa confiance en l’amour. Bien qu’il sache que les actes de son ex le rattraperont un jour, il ne trouve aucun réconfort dans l'idée d’une revanche, seulement une blessure indélébile. Les dernières lignes révèlent un ressentiment persistant : malgré des vœux de bienveillance, le pardon reste impossible. Ce poème est une réflexion brute sur le chagrin, le sacrifice de soi et les cicatrices silencieuses laissées par l’abandon.