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That's all I want in life. To be heard. To be seen. To be understood. To be noticed.
But all I ever seem to be is ignored. Not seen. Not heard. Not understood. Not even noticed.
And it hurts. Each time is like a dagger to my soul. And I try to pretend it's not there, that I'm not bleeding inside. But that's another lie I tell myself. And as the silence stretches, I start to wonder. Is it me? I try so hard. I'm right here. But no one sees me. No one notices me. No one hears me.

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    VerityAlways 6 months ago

    We're rooting for you, Sarah. We're here for you. Do know you are an inspiration to me. We adore you're write and please don't be dejected with those rejections. You impress us with your fantasy and horror drabbles.

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    Sarah Oakes 6 months ago

    Thank you Verity, that's very sweet of you to say so and means a lot. Sorry has been a bit of a long patch of rubbish mental health lately, and got to me the other day, and it bubbled into my writing.

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