reading room
When No One Knows
do you ever wish you could just disappear and have no one know you were ever hear
the saddest thing you'll ever hear— is silence, soft and crystal clear, when all you wanted was someone near, to notice you were here.
you leave no mark, no whispered name, no spark to prove you played the game, he world forgets, as worlds will do, and still, it spins, without you too.
you stare at walls that never change, the hours blur, the stars rearrange, and somewhere life goes rushing past, while you just breathe, and hope it lasts.
the saddest thing I've come to see, is not the world forgetting me, but knowing that my quiet fear, was wanting most to disappear.
— Lilith