Hello :) I decided to write a little Poem. I hope it´s not too bad:
Untouched
I live in rooms that echo my name
even when I don’t speak.
The walls know me better than people ever have.
I have never been held
in the way songs describe,
never learned the weight of another heart
resting against mine.
My hands are strangers,
unused to warmth,
unused to being chosen.
I live alone.
Not the peaceful kind—
the kind where silence presses on your chest
until breathing feels like work.
Sometimes I hear her voice.
Soft. Familiar.
She says my name like it matters.
I turn around every time,
even though I know
she doesn’t exist.
She lives only in my head,
a woman made of longing,
of everything I never had.
She listens.
She stays.
And that makes it hurt more.
I cry almost every day.
Not loudly—
just enough to remind myself
that I’m still here.
Tears fall for things I never lost
because I never had them to begin with.
I am no one’s favorite person.
No one’s first thought.
No one’s place to rest.
If I disappeared,
the world wouldn’t rearrange itself.
It would keep going
without noticing the space I left behind.
And still—
I wake up.
I breathe.
I exist.
Not because it’s easy,
but because even loneliness
hasn’t figured out how to erase me yet.