#lonley words

[demoniccak-e]

"we didn't matter."

they didn't matter. whatever they did, whatever they accomplished, no matter how good they were, no matter how much they hid themselves; they. didn't. matter.

charles was stuck in this place in time that was on constant egg shells, anything could set him off. his name, his being, his music, his voice. anything. didn't matter what he did. and then with his "friends". they were everywhere, they decided to kill him because he helped another pakistani boy, and he was half indian. but even then, he was half. it was a hate crime, it was useless, and nothing he did mattered.

edwin was hidden in a place, he hid with his own thoughts, but he never let them travel far. but it didn't matter. people still just looked at him, just one look and they judged him for his femininity. they looked at him with his books, and how he hid in a corner and they decided to drag him out, and they decided that he should be sacrificed because he didn't matter.

charles was too loud, and edwin was too quiet.

thank god they found each other.

[sassywiththesas]

[hecates-stuff]

| 18:16 |

[a-ros-in-bloom]

Why am I like this? I love with my whole heart, and always end up hurting. I thought being loved unconditionally was what people want, but it keeps getting misunderstood and causing pain. I don’t know how much more I can take. I don’t want to be alone, but I can’t handle hurting anyone else.

[inkwell-chronicles]

She asked him, with the stars of the universe twinkling in her eyes: What is loneliness? He ponders and after reflecting on his own life experiences he says: “To greave something… or not love anything enough to miss it when it’s gone.”

[puppyemotes]

Guyz pretend like I have some crazy awesome thing in here as a text cuz I can’t think anything to say hehe

[small-town--r]

Loneliness travels through my being

slowly as molasses;

until it's becoming all that I am.

I've lived without this feeling

in a earlier present time.

The first my soul has experienced this.

Without assurance of how to cope.

Endless will no companionship be?

The future approaches rapidly,

with the speed of time my life fades.

That's where vision of perception sets

in my mind anyway.

Almost like I'm held captive in a lonely place.

Lost is a part of myself that I fear will never return to who I am.

I've not always felt this as I do today.

Alone.

R.A.

[lalaartistry]

Only I Can See

I told someone once That I wanted to Fade away. Frantically Typing each word just trying to get it all out in a way they could understand, my words scrambled throughout the message. Wishing they could understand the ledge I stood upon... My body collapsed, on the ground I lay, Drowning in my tears Hyperventilating with all my fears, I hoped they'd help me out of this hole of suffering. Until the guilt set in. I felt it was selfish, Trying to ask someone to stop me From jumping off the ledge. Panicking, Regretting have said anything at all I quietly turn off the phone, Rolling my knees into my chest Holding the hole in my heart that throbbed. Curdling screams ripped me apart, every torn apart scar I carried Within ached for it to end… Wishing for something Or someone To stop my agony,  take me away from this dark loneliness, Away from the broken parts of myself The parts only I can see.

A Poem By- Helen Lorane

[c-contemplates]

outside looking in

Sometimes it feels like I'm outside looking in I'm sitting in a seat that is just one too far away You're laughing at a joke that I can't quite hear

I want to leave but I know that when I go back to my room That sense of emptiness will creep in

Sometimes it feels like I'm outside looking in When I'm just sitting there staring off into the distance, observing every conversation happening around me Hoping someone will notice me and strike up a conversation

Sometimes I wish I didn't feel like I was outside looking in

-c-contemplates written 3.3.2024

[sassywiththesas]

All the nights i've stayed up for you...

[aaasdgnklm]

this is one of those videos that makes me want to write a short story where I steal the storyline and general idea and then make someone cry with the emotion

[namarinee]

I'm going crazy

Want people to like me

Want people to see me

I'm messing the words

Laughing to loud

Crying to hard

Looking at them all the time

Hopping that they look back

That they lough too

They answer

I just want someone to be

To like me

The weird me

The loud me

The broken me

I'm going crazy

To make people notice

That i exist

I want them to like me

So so so badly

To like me

Like

Me?

[my-thoughts-in-ink]

A lot of people wish to be left alone when upset, and sometimes that helps. But most of the people who wish to be alone are lying to themselves.

When people are upset, they want company. You want to be heard, and be found.

Maybe you need someone to rant to and have them give solutions to you. They come up with ideas to solve your problems. Maybe you work together to figure a way out of your issue.

Maybe you want someone to listen to you talk about your issues and just comfort you in return. No solutions or problem-solving, just a simple hug or telling you it’s okay to feel that way. Or feel the emotions you do. They talk to you, not with answers, but just telling you that it is okay to feel the way you are feeling.

Maybe though, you want silence and just the presence of a person. You want them to sit next to you, maybe hold their hand or sit in a grounding hug. Possibly even just listen to the silence with the occasional sound of breathing. No talking, just a nice person to sit next to, so you know you aren't alone.

It's true that sometimes people actually do wish to be alone when upset, but most don't. Most just need and/or want company. Maybe for that company to help them with their problem, maybe to console them or even just sit with the person whose hurting.

And that company can change depending on the person and situation. Maybe you'd like your sibling, possibly your parents. Or it could be a friend or romantic partner. Even just a stranger or acquaintance you've barely talked to.

The point is that human beings are not made to be and survive alone. Unlike some other animals and creatures, we need to be social to survive. And while it is fine to take a break for yourself once in a while, let your social battery recharge, it's not okay to do it forever. Because that will only hurt you in the end.

You may feel lonely at times, and feel as if their is no one in the world you can understand you, and you're right. No one apart from yourself can fully understand you as much as you do. But while there is no destined one to be your perfect match, their are numerous people who I guarantee are experiencing what you feel everyday. I've felt it. And they will know how some parts of you feel. When the time is right you will gather those people and all of them will make you feel less lonely. Not one perfect person, but many. Maybe one will understand your loneliness, maybe one will for your wish for romance, maybe one for your creativity, and maybe one for your logic. The point is that while humans may like to be alone at times, we are truly social creatures. And restricting yourself from reaching out to anyone is only going to hurt yourself. I would know, I've done it before.

[slyfoxscript]

When you get home and you feel your eyes start watering and you rush to your room to hide your sadness.

[feelingsinmylonlyheart]

21.07

Ich schreibe meine stillen und heimlichen Gedanken auf. Die Gedanken, die ich stets mit dir teilte und es jetzt nicht mehr kann und so hoffe ich nur eins, dass du durch irgendeinen Zufall meine Worte findest und siehst, wie sehr ich dich immer noch liebe und vermisse. Und ja, ich weiß es ist dir bewusst und doch brauch ich die Gewissheit, dass du noch immer in mein Herz schaust.

[20she]

You see my white teeth as they hit your orbit

of clouds and resilience,

Thinking that maybe there's light in her.

But every time I smile for you, a part of me disappears.

I scream but I don't let you hear.

I don't appear to be real.

I mock up polite and turn it into quiet.

Am I slowly dying in front of your eyes?

Am I slowly dying in front of my lies?

I'm shaking to my bones by the thought of possibility you could all really get to know me.

I'm crawling underneath the sweet tones because once I stand tall, you will run for your life.

I am so uncomfortable to be around.

I cry ugly.

I'm a red bug lady face.

I have wounds in places where I should have placed a warm nest.

My heart is a waiting list.

What if no one wants it?

My application is rejected again.

I have marks all over my body.

What if someone notice ?

I’m no water, I treat myself like I’m nobody.

Is there any list for self-acceptance?

Please let me know,

I’m scared I’ll lose my heart before I learn how to take a breath.

~ Denied existence, May 2025