The Just Thought I'd Share Thread

[Silver Springs]

There would be no difference in what I write even if I used invisible ink. There's nobody interested enough to read, nobody there to acknowledge the effort taken. In the end it's all just empty and hollow words from a person who doesn't exist outside of the letters. Just one cut off of communication and they'd cease to be to me. They'd cease to care that I was ever in their lives, and get on as though I had never impacted them. They care not for my tears, my hurt exaserbated by their ignorance and inability to be kind. I know not one person able or willing enough to see how I feel, wholly and truelly. My feelings are selfish, that's all they know. I'm forbidden to be hurt by any wrong doing they may commit against me, yet they pick and choose the most innocent of acts to throw at me and dramatise. This emptyness is suffocating me.