Some days, I wish my voice could echo; somehow to be heard but I could never burden you with the things I said under my breath. It would only make it worse. You wear a mask so proudly as if it is a crime to cry. I apologize for no longer seeking perfection, my crippled heart already tried. If I told you I needed you, would that really make a change? You already look right through me while I'm trapped in a fools game. The future that I once hoped for now seems so out of reach. Day by day, I'm barely living. At night, I hardly sleep. Today, I wished my voice could echo. If only to be heard. I'm tired of talking to the walls. They aren't good listeners.
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Think of yourself first. Let others come to you. The right partner will arrive when least expected. Search for your own peace, help others find theirs.
Your writing, your call for an "echo,"
seemed to me to be just that a search for peace. "Walls are not good listeners" and people are often like walls. Don't beat against them. Reach out to others, until you find the right one
Your writing sparked this long-winded spurt of philosophy. Much appreciated. Enjoyed it all.- Phil A.
Thank you
i’ve related to this deeply for years
all i can say it
give yourself a hug and comfort you’re inner child. it’s the best thing to do for yourself
you’re amazing
Thank you
i’ve related to this deeply for years
all i can say it
give yourself a hug and comfort you’re inner child. it’s the best thing to do for yourself
you’re amazing
i’ve related to this deeply for years
all i can say it
give yourself a hug and comfort you’re inner child. it’s the best thing to do for yourself
you’re amazing
what of your window's, of life
do they, offer you any insight
through considered, observation
maybe a hint, at how
everyone else is dealing with similar
overwhelmingly suffocating, issues
but yet, managed to find a way
to pull on their inner strength
and path their progression
to that next,
and the next after that
and on...
(sorry for your struggles
hope writing about them
helps you to realise
they are not as formidable
as they want you
to think they are)
thanks for sharing
Thank you for your kindness.
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