Drowning
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I hate speaking, always have. I found comfort in knowing that I alone will be the only one to hear my thoughts. Sometimes I wish I was invisible to the world.
My wish is only half true, no one notices my silence or that I am present at all. They do not care enough to do so. A lot of times I ponder about how my life would be different if I were to speak. Would anyone care? The answer was no. Me, myself, and I were practically non existent, I am a ghost to many.
Most of the time I fill the deafening silence that can be too much to bear on occasion with music. Loud music, ironic considering I live my life in quiet. My headphones are enough to keep me awake. Even when I wish not to.
I had been born a quiet child, always was.
I never felt the need to talk , considering there wasn't anyone to talk to.
Lately I felt as if I died no one would cry. No one would write a memorial on how I was a gift to this cruel world. How I didn't deserve to get taken away so young. They wouldn't notice if I was gone. Just another life that somehow took part in their own. Stranger or not.
Yet I didn't mind. Maybe because my sanity string was getting thin or I simply couldn't find it in me to care.
I will die. I do not know when or how. But I will sooner or later.
I know very little about why I am here almost nothing.
What I do know is when it is my time,
My one wish is for someone to look at the sunset and believe that it was the most beautiful one they had ever seen.
That way I would be remembered. Even If they didn't know it was me.
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