You didn’t scream, you didn’t shout Just let the quiet bleed it out No raised voice, no broken plate But I still feel the twist too late You smiled while saying something small But it echoed louder than them all It’s not the storm that shakes my core It’s words that close and lock the door It’s not the fight that left me sore It’s silence I keep asking for You didn’t cut with what you said You cut with what you left unsaid Dull knives cut deeper than sharp words They slip beneath without being heard You bled me slow with every phrase Till I believed I lost my place You didn’t shout, but I still bled From quiet things you never said Dull knives cut deeper, leave no trace But I still feel them every day You didn’t lie, but didn’t stay You left in such a subtle way Like closing doors without a sound But now I hear them all around I wear the scars no one can see Each sentence wrapped in apathy I tried to speak, you looked away And that said more than words could say You hurt me gently, soft and clean No drama scene, just gone between And now I sit with all the weight Of wounds that silence helped create Dull knives cut deeper than sharp words Like shadows wrapped around my nerves You killed the fire without the flame You left, but didn’t take the blame You whispered doubt till I believed That love should ache and then recede Dull knives cut deeper, slow decay And I still feel you slip away It’s not the punch that took me down It’s how you vanished without sound Your love was gentle razor thin I didn’t see the pain sink in Dull knives cut deeper than sharp words Like poems cursed beneath the dirt You never meant to break my skin But silence let the hurt begin You left no blood, but left me bare With quiet ghosts still everywhere Dull knives cut deeper, so they say And I still bleed in subtle ways You smiled… and I bled anyway.