Poem: 7/10

“I have felt alone for so long that typing these words feels as though I am typing the only thing that anyone needs to know about me. The fact that I am lonely. I am loneliness itself. Feeling empty around the ones I love. Feeling like nothingness around people who expect so much from me. What do you expect? Why do you even have expectations? I am hell. I am tears. I am scars. I am empty. Nothing, that is what I am, yet you continue to search my eyes for any sign of life when all that is left are the remnants of the person I once was. The person I once could’ve loved.”

– from A Whisper from Loneliness

Published by Gianna Valdez


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