shut

My pages are tightly shut, but once in a while, I'll let you see a page or two. This is usually with the magic words: 'How are you?' On rare occasions I'll show you my moments both joyous and dark, spread across those pages, without you even asking. So you can imagine how much it hurts when I do that and don't get a response. I snap shut. Never to speak again.  But what pisses me off is that I forget my vows of silence and let the words fall.

You're not the only one in pain.