Forgotten Words

No one can hear me

[pinkkvoid]

The loneliness fills the empty spaces between every inch of my heart. I’ve guarded myself for years due to this very reason, everyone around me just stares, my pain, my tears, my heart. Everything about me is witnessed and will always be misunderstood. In the end everyone loves to watch it all unfold, if its not felt by them, if someone else is at stake, then let it be. All the things i’ve endured, all the feelings i keep in the depths of my own abyss, every agonizing moment, follows me. Its always there. I’m always alone with it.

- will it take for me to disappear for someone to finally understand. To finally be seen?

[pinkkvoid]

The moonlight follows until I hide myself away again, darkness gently hugging me, how I missed it so. How familiar I am with it that I need no light to walk through, that i find comfort in the loneliness. Although i do feel alone, i know i am alone, no matter what, its just me. Too soon, too much, too little, when will i be enough?

[pinkkvoid]

All my life, its always been me who’s picked my own self up from the depths of a never ending abyss. No one else has reached out to save me, only me.

- it doesn’t hurt anymore, not when they walk away, not when the pick someone else, it still stings though, i always have a sliver of hope that maybe it’s going to be different.

[nixscriptum]

[wordx]

“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[perfectfeelings]

“When you love someone, it’s never over. You move on because you have to, but you take them with you in your heart.”

— Elizabeth Chandler

[flowerytale]

Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women

[pinkkvoid]

What else do i have to endure if what’s left of me is not but pieces thrown without care. Even then whatever comes my way won’t phase me, it’ll just pierce right through me. I’ve held on for so long, i’ve watched myself burn to ashes and come back only to drown in the depths of the ocean. I don’t think i can bare any other fight, theres not much left of me, the pain is unbearable and all i can do is let it consume my entirety.

- no one else would have ever survived my hardships.

[lover-rotting]

unfortunately, i am a yearner at heart.

[mournfulroses]

Sara Torres, from her novel titled "X Is Where I Am," orginally published in March 2026

[pinkkvoid]

sometimes i have to put my pen down because playing the violin makes more sense

[petaltexturedskies]

L.M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle

[pinkkvoid]

What a gentle way of coming back into my life, pouring yourself into my mind, trickling down into the depths of me that are ultimately forgotten. You never find the time to greet me, you simply appear, i fear you’re always going to be apart of me, that no matter what i do, you’ll be by my side. Even when i hold nothing heavy in my heart, i still taste you on my tongue, a melancholic flavor with a tinge of despair. Sometimes i wish i wasn’t this way at all, so full of hope, but a rope of agony drags me into a deep abyss, it’s so hard to slip out of.

- i somehow manage to escape every time, i’m just tired of it happening when nothing is wrong.

[pinkkvoid]

Your presence fills parts of me i thought were never ending, you hold me so tightly, so close with no hesitation. You’re all i’ve ever dreamed of, someone who yearned as much as me, someone who could truly see me, someone who felt every single thing too.

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from The Selected Works of Albert Camus; “The Plague,” published c. 1947

[isaipoet]

But people worship the death. I hope they treat them kind when they are alive. A lot of times I see people loving the death writers, and my heart hoped— "when I'm alive won't I get a little bit of it?"

~Words from all the writers who are alive.

[inkpressedpetals]