the world is loud
but none of it reaches me
voices blur into a hum that fills my head
and i smile sometimes
just to prove i still can
i move through the crowd
like a ghost made of skin
their eyes slide past me
i could vanish mid step
and not one heartbeat would falter
the cold lives inside me now
not the kind that shivers
but the kind that stays
and turns everything quiet
i try to remember warmth
what it felt like to be wanted
to be seen
but it’s fading
like breath against a window
that no one wipes clean
i’m surrounded
but so completely alone
it aches to exist
and if i slipped away into the noise
the world would keep spinning
unaware it lost someone
who only ever wanted to be noticed
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Author:
R.W (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2025 12:01
- Category: Gothic
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