Perfection of silence

I feel like hurting myself just to prove a point, because the pain inflected on me is taking over everything. Every thing.
I go to you to feel comfort but ever since fallout, and sometime before, you've attacked me with your words built with anger needles. Doing this makes no one feel good about themselves and so every sunday since then I've been hiding from you. You whom I couldn't wait to talk to every chance I got, but now only says "talk" instead of relishing in the perfection of silence. You who made me feel comfort, but now only makes me feel lost. Now I look to words of others to make me feel how you once did.