Title: The Silence That Follows Me
by Tola🔥🖤
Sometimes I wonder if anyone hears the spaces between my words.
The pauses. The things I never say.
I walk through the world carrying them like glass —
careful not to drop a single piece,
because if it shatters, it cuts more than anyone can see.
I write to survive the silence.
I write because my thoughts don’t fit in conversation.
I write because no one asked me to,
and that makes it mine.
Some days, I wonder if anyone reads this.
If anyone feels it the way I feel it.
If anyone understands that pain doesn’t always shout —
sometimes it whispers in empty rooms and quiet hearts.
And yet… I keep writing.
Because even a single person seeing these words
is enough to make the world a little less lonely.
If you read this and felt it, even a little,
the
n know:
you are not alone.
Wow......nice poemI love the way you write
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12 hrs agoTitle: The Silence That Follows Me
by Tola🔥🖤
Sometimes I wonder if anyone hears the spaces between my words.
The pauses. The things I never say.
I walk through the world carrying them like glass —
careful not to drop a single piece,
because if it shatters, it cuts more than anyone can see.
I write to survive the silence.
I write because my thoughts don’t fit in conversation.
I write because no one asked me to,
and that makes it mine.
Some days, I wonder if anyone reads this.
If anyone feels it the way I feel it.
If anyone understands that pain doesn’t always shout —
sometimes it whispers in empty rooms and quiet hearts.
And yet… I keep writing.
Because even a single person seeing these words
is enough to make the world a little less lonely.
If you read this and felt it, even a little,
the
n know:
you are not alone.