echoes of things unsaid

new identity new life just everything gone

ur brain resets ur life resets

i wish it was possible

i wish i really wish if i could just no more exist.

not wake up other day.

just a peaceful smile

thats how i leave

this world.

that tough exterior she wears in front of him like he means nothing

and yet— here she is, pouring out thousands of words all of them somehow belonging to him

he’ll never know this was always his page

but she still writes so at least somewhere, someone knows how deeply she felt

she has no one but him and all he does is push her away

so you ask her—why the walls?

she’ll say she’s afraid afraid of losing herself to him again

you could have done better.

you didnt get what you expect.

study more for next one.

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so on man

is it so hard for people to say "hey! you did fine. you did what you could do. just a pat? or just a smile to warm someones broken heart? is that humanity gone?

MAN!

why are you telling that person to push her off her limits when she did it all she did it. it was it for her. she is shattered in the moment.

cant you tell? just a single word its fine i am here for the next part of your journey. i will be there. you are not alone.

why cant u say that? why is it work hard for next one and get it.

why are u bounding herself to another goal when she doesnt even know if she can pick herself up in the moment.

r u kidding me? or to urself?

in end this girl will pick herself up to prove to u she can do better

like the universe goes “oh you were feeling peaceful for a minute? cute. let’s ruin that.”

and suddenly it’s like shoot, let’s hurt her a little more

and i keep wondering what exactly hurts this much

is it that the people i thought were mine are someone else’s now?

or is it that i’m trying to own people like they were supposed to stay?

or is it the small things that feel big like when you get so into your own world you forget i exist

like you didn’t think to ask me you made plans with someone else you got comfortable talking to someone else

and i’m just sitting here wondering did i slowly disappear from your world

or is the real problem that i hate seeing you happy with other people

what exactly hurts here because whatever it is

it hurts for real

like a deep quiet ache

its alright i will be better soon i believe. i will smile again.

because suddenly you’re face to face with a version of someone who loved you loudly. the way they cared, the way they pampered you, the way they made you feel like you were their entire world for a while.

and you sit there scrolling, realizing how time quietly steals everything.

those little moments. those silly messages. those late-night conversations that once felt endless.

they don’t disappear all at once. they just… slip away.

i miss them. a lot. more than i’d ever admit out loud.

but the person who exists now isn’t the same person from those messages. and maybe i’m not the same person either.

we still talk sometimes, but it feels like standing on opposite sides of a river that used to be a bridge. too many things happened. too many things hurt.

and now there’s someone else in his life. she seems perfect. better than me, at least in my head.

so i’m sitting here holding memories that feel warm and painful at the same time, wondering how something that once felt so real can slowly become something you’re supposed to let go of.

maybe that’s what growing up is. learning that some flames were only meant to light a part of your life, not the whole story.