The Sadness With The Light Of Hope

the world I am in

The world I inhabit,
A place no one sees,
A place no one dares to come near.

For so long, I convinced myself
That solitude was my sanctuary,
Brick by brick,
I built walls so high
Even my own voice felt trapped.

I poured my heart onto paper,
Painted my pain into silent screams.
While others laughed in harmony,
Sang songs that echoed joy,
I sat in shadows,
Making memories no one would ever share.

I told myself I was happy—
Happy in the bubble I crafted,
But deep down,
I knew it wasn’t enough.

Some nights, the silence roared.
The loneliness crept in like a storm,
Drowning my thoughts,
Leaving me gasping for connection.

So, I tore down the walls,
Let the world peek inside.
But no one came.

Maybe they thought I was fine on my own,
Maybe they had tried before and given up,
Maybe I was just too strange,
Too broken to reach.

And in that moment,
The truth crushed me.
This world I loved,
This bubble I created—
It wasn’t a haven;
It was a prison.

I broke apart in the emptiness,
Tears falling into a void
That no one else could feel.

But as I sat in the ruins,
I heard something faint,
Something fragile yet steady—
It was my own heart,
Still beating,
Still fighting.

And though the loneliness stayed,
I found strength in the pain.
This world, this shattered bubble,
It is mine.
And somehow,
That’s enough.