This is for the silent ones who need a mirror for their ache.
For the souls who forgot they weren’t alone.
I know you feel too much. You love too much.
But in a world gone numb from pretending,
feeling is an act of rebellion.
For the ones who smile, but ache constantly.
For the pain that refuses to vanish quietly.
For those whose days pass in silence,
where the only thing you hear is a random noise.
You are not broken.
You just made peace with your darkness.
Mornings blur into nights filled with empty thoughts and tired heartbeats.
The walls and the pillow know more about you than the world ever will.
Strangers applaud you… while the ones you loved become strangers too.
It isn’t the absence of company that kills,
It’s the presence of being forgotten.
You move, you breathe, you even smile sometimes…
But deep down, something’s already been laid to rest.
You no longer believe.
You no longer feel.
Your laughter echoes in a hollow chest,
and your strength becomes the shovel that digs the hole deeper.
No tombstone marks it.
No mourners weep.
Because to the world, you’re still standing.
But inside…
you’ve already said your goodbyes.
ZxR 🖤
