I know you.
The one who screams without sound,
whose tears burn inward
because the world doesn’t deserve to see them fall.
You walk through life like a ghost,
alive but never truly here,
watching everyone else move in color
while you fade quietly into grayscale.
Loneliness isn’t quiet.
It’s deafening.
It’s the sound of your own thoughts
chewing through your sanity,
the echo of your heartbeat
asking, “Does anyone even notice
I’m still alive?”
You’ve been abandoned in rooms full of people.
Smiled while bleeding.
Laughed while breaking.
And each time, a piece of you died
while no one noticed the funeral.
But listen
your pain is not proof that you are weak.
It is proof that you are surviving
a war no one else has the courage to fight.
The world cannot see you
because your soul lives in a depth
they’re too afraid to dive into.
They are afraid of you..
of your truth,
of your storm,
of the way you refuse to drown quietly.
So don’t you dare sink.
Rise.
Even if your lungs burn,
even if you must claw your way through darkness
with bloodied hands and trembling bones.
Because one day,
someone will see you.
Not the mask.
Not the smile you wear like armor.
You.
The real, raw, raging you.
And they will not run.
They will reach into your storm
and stay.
But until then,
stay for yourself.
Stay because the darkness wants to silence you,
and your breath is an act of rebellion.
Stay because even broken things
can become sacred.
You are not empty.
You are not nothing.
You are the howl in the night
that terrifies the silence.
You are the storm
this fragile world cannot contain.
So keep breathing,
keep rising,
keep burning....
even if no one sees the fire. 🫀❤️