The world went quiet, I stood there, watching.
No one noticed. No one listened.
So I kept quiet.
In the silence, my thoughts echoed, but they faded into the void.
It felt like my existence was a whisper that no one could hear.
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat,
choked by the weight of feeling unseen.
Every passing moment felt like an eternity.
Each second a reminder of my solitude.
I wondered if anyone would ever care,
If my voice would even matter.
The days blended together, a blur, each one more silent than the last.
I walked through life like a ghost, drifting through the motions, hoping for someone to notice, to break the suffocating quiet.
But the silence remained, a constant companion, reminding me of the emptiness I felt inside.
I longed for connection, for a sign that I wasn't alone, but the world seemed indifferent, oblivious to my pain.
So I kept quiet,
Holding my sadness close, a heavy burden that only I could ever feel.
The world went quiet.