There are only so many times
a heart can quietly ask,
“Are we okay?”
before it gets too tired
to ask again.
Not because it stopped caring.
But because every unanswered hope
becomes a little heavier to carry.
I don’t need perfect words.
I don’t need promises.
I think I just need to know
that someone would notice
if I stopped reaching.
Because there comes a point
where even the softest pleas
begin to sound like echoes—
and the silence
starts convincing you
that maybe
you were the only one
who heard them.
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Nevermore (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
There is a sound of alienation in this write. Well done
Raven, this hit me hard…the exhaustion of asking and not being met is so quietly devastating. That fear of going unnoticed if you stopped reaching is what stays with me, and honestly, I’ve lived that same silence myself. Beautifully written, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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