Solitude

 

                                   

                                      Solitude

I breathe as someone trying not to drown in a sea of people — human waves passing by me, yet none ever stop.

I am an island in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by voices that never reach me, by gazes that cut through me like cold blades, judging without knowing the weight I carry in my chest.
The pain that lives inside me is a scream trapped in my throat, a thunder that never breaks the sky.

And in this silence that wraps around me like a heavy cloak, I wish only that someone — just one — would notice that I still exist, that I am still here.
What use are words, if the world has forgotten how to listen?

Everything feels out of place, like a shattered mirror that no longer reflects who I am.
I try to understand this world, but it speaks a language my heart no longer recognizes.
The gazes keep judging, blind to the truth that bleeds within.

And I, prisoner of silence, walk on invisible — wishing only that someone would see, truly see, that I am still here.