Every day Charlie would try to talk to me, and every day I would look at him and say nothing. I simply had nothing to say. Nothing in the world seemed to matter to me anymore. I was enveloped by a constant and complete darkness. There was a hole inside of my soul. I couldn't bring myself to speak, even if I wanted to. There was something keeping me quiet. Something had sewed my lips shut. Nothing could compare to this state of sadness I found myself in. I truly did not care. I didn't care that I couldn't speak.