"The Whisper That Was Once Mut

Not the same but once again the pieces were shattered. The day sent me shiver and I can't be unbothered. The looks that once reflect the screams whispered. It was the same but there is one thing that altered. My resentment was not that deep but it was covered. How can I throw this if I was captivated? The moments that were there can't be measured. As if like an anchor in which it is structured.