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21:32 Oct 01 2025
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You know I’ve tried
I really have.
Every day I wake inside
a cage of my own making,
a cage others built too,
with words sharp as broken glass
and glances that cut
without ever meeting my eyes.
It’s not easy for me.
It never was.
The world has always been a storm,
and I’ve always been the paper boat
sinking under its black waves.
Loneliness is not just silence
it’s a shadow that sleeps beside me,
whispering my name like a curse.
I walk through rooms of people
and still feel like a ghost.
I reach out,
but hands recoil.
I smile,
but no one sees the cracks in my face.
They see only what they want:
a mask,
a moving shape,
never the truth trembling inside me.
I am misunderstood.
I am judged.
I am hurt.
And I give up
again and again
and again.
People are horrible sometimes.
They don’t know the weight
their careless words drop on someone’s chest.
They don’t see the bruises
they leave behind in the mind.
They don’t understand
that a single cruel laugh
can echo for years
in the hollow space of a heart.
They think of themselves
always themselves
and never the silent battles
others fight at night
when no one is watching.
No one stops to ask
if the smile is real
or if the hands are trembling.
I wanted to be known.
I wanted to be saved.
I wanted someone to see me drowning
and not look away.
But here I am,
still treading water
in the dark,
my voice breaking like waves
against rocks that never move.
I’m tired.
I’m tired of begging for humanity
in a world that calls itself human.
I’m tired of bleeding inside
while others talk about
how sensitive I am.
I’m tired of being the one
who tries,
who listens,
who understands
and never being understood back.
So I retreat.
I fade.
I drift into my own mind,
a dark room with no windows
where at least the silence
is honest.
And I write these words
because I don’t know what else to do
a quiet confession,
a final reaching out.
If you read this,
if you feel it,
if you cry
know that it’s real.
Know that I tried.
Know that I really have.
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