What do I do with the silence inside?

How do I fill it? Or does it get filled on its own? I want to do away with this silence that has cost me very dear in my life. I remember standing in front of my father when he would scold me. And at that moment too this silence was there. I could not think of anything- not an answer. And it is still there within me. I just don't know how to shut it out of my mind. I don't know how to get our of it and enter the place where I want to be. 

Emptiness has no beginning and no end. Yet everything originates and concludes with it. But in my case the problem is that there are spots on the sheet of my life where this emptiness pops up from underneath. And that is not the way it should be. It is dangerous. Just like the ink that spreads fast over other colours in your life and engulfs them, makes them all blue or black and leaves a very large part of the sheet wasted, this void in my heart threatens to engulf all my happy moments in life. Just because I cannot come up with an answer at the opportune time or any answer at any point in time at all. And that is the sign of this emptiness popping its head out from underneath the bright sheet of my life. The only good thing about this sheet, I think, is that you can mend it at those spots so that you get a smooth and perfect sheet and then paint over the ink once again. Its a complex and tiresome work but one has to do it in life. Or else pay the price. I hope its not too late for me to fix my canvas.