Monday, May 19, 2025

Invisible Scars and Silent Cries


Today, I am overwhelmed with emotions. There's something weighing heavily on my heart that I just need to share. Once, I met a woman whose beauty eclipsed even the loveliest moonlight. Her presence was so captivating, so pure, it inspired words and poetry within me that I didn't even know existed. When I saw her, it felt as though melodies started forming spontaneously, meant solely to honor her soul and her enchanting aura. Bruno Mars said it best: "When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change, 'cause girl you're amazing just the way you are."

All I wish for is one more chance—just to speak with her, to share my innermost feelings, to connect emotionally. Maybe it's not even about her specifically, but rather the idea of someone beautiful enough to heal the scars etched deeply into my soul. I find myself lost in a crowded world, feeling profoundly alone even amid those who claim to cherish and adore me. It feels artificial sometimes, like everyone's putting on a show. Honestly, I could do the same, pretend everything is perfect, but that's not who I am or want to be.

I yearn for genuine care, the kind I wish ati had shown me. This deep-seated ache makes me wonder if ending everything is the only way to silence the pain. But even as these dark thoughts circle me, I remember—life is sacred. Suicide solves nothing; it steals away the beauty of possibility, the mystery of tomorrow. Our existence is more than physical; it's filled with emotional and mental depths that define our humanity.

Yet, the longing persists. I have her number but sense she doesn't truly wish to talk. Perhaps she's an ocean, vast and complete on her own, while I'm desperately parched, longing for just a few precious drops of kindness and understanding to quench this relentless thirst for relief. I don't know what the future holds, nor if my dreams will ever come true. Still, a faint glimmer within me whispers that I am fortunate to experience this life, even with all its uncertainty and heartbreak. And maybe, just maybe, there is still time for me to find peace and love.

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Invisible Scars and Silent Cries