Is anybody really listening?
or...
is anyone...
is everyone really gone
is there something that really drove me to write this. These words feel like theyve been meaning to leave my soul and travel past my tongue. But i dont really know, as life is filled with uncertainties. I can only hope someone is really listening, just as she once did. It was summer and she was all alone, holed up in her room after crying all day outside from the brightness that hurt her eyes. She wrote her anger her sadness and fears, and prayed that someone would listen, but it seemed like the raven disapeared. Everyone will eventually disappear. This is the truth.
If your hair grows long and oily and wilts it means that it's dying, like the flower when when they wilt.
Am i slowly dying?
What really is there to truly look to anymore?
Are you listening? I don't care anymore, that might be hopeless too. The truth is i don't know. My brain has been broken my thoughts have been ruined. I'm worried for when I am alone again. I am worried that it wont work again. I just want it to work. I just want to sleep but die and never feel anything again and never wake up and just be gone, let me be gone, there's nothing ther'es no sadness i cant be sad if i am gone
- Friday, march ?, 2025
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