Where the words went..

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 11th May, 03:09 AM


The world is quiet but my mind, as always is loud.

Exhale, inhale.

We exist, we breathe, we live.

But tonight, existing feels heavier than usual.


While my hands search for words, my eyes betray me, spilling what my heart can no longer hold. 

Not because I miss anything. 

Not because I’m sad.. but because I’ve been broken for so long that even the idea of healing feels like a stranger. 

I don’t know where to begin, and that scares me. 

But deep down, I know, if this heart is ever going to come back together, it’ll have to be my hands that do it.

And I've felt so much... that I’ve started to feel nothing at all. 

It’s like watching yourself fade in a room full of noise

Despite everything I’ve done, I keep trying without giving up, without letting go...

And yet, I always end up walking the path alone.

That’s when I remind myself, "The sun is alone too, but it still shines."

I know. I know.

And still, I can’t help but feel blue, because at the end of the day, they acknowledge that the sun shines, but how come no one acknowledges me or my efforts?

How can they not see that I exist?

I thought... if the girl who never knew how to shut up suddenly became silent, maybe, just maybe, they’d notice. But silence, too, became invisible.

Little did I know, that no matter what I do or how I am, it would mean nothing to them.

I learned that silence doesn’t always bring peace

Sometimes, it’s just loneliness in disguise.

It echoes with everything I wish I’d said.

I’ve remained silent for years, and now my heart echoes with so much pain and hurt that it won’t stop bleeding...


I've been realizing a lot lately.

And honestly, I wish I didn't.

I wish I knew nothing.

I wish I didn’t have to understand.

But with time, I slowly realize something.


Someday... someday, I hope I’ll be able to let go completely

Of what I held on to so tightly, thinking it would hurt less if I just clung to it a little longer.

Little did I know that letting go might actually bring me closer to peace.


All I ask for is a quiet life.

A little peace.

Just some space to breathe without breaking.

Maybe in another life, huh?

Maybe I was never meant to be heard here.


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