I screamed in heavy rainfall,
hoped they would hear me.
Perhaps the thunder was too loud—
or maybe...
Their ears were filled with rainwater.
I wept in a silent room,
hoped they would wipe my tears.
Perhaps I didn’t weep loud enough—
or maybe...
They built walls where windows should have been.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
I screamed in heavy rainfall,
hoped they would hear me.
Perhaps the thunder was too loud—
or maybe...
Their ears were filled with rainwater.
I wept in a silent room,
hoped they would wipe my tears.
Perhaps I didn’t weep loud enough—
or maybe...
They built walls where windows should have been.
Sometimes its worse when you got no one to understand you, you'll feel like a ghost no one can see you even though you r sitting with them.
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