Trifolium dubium #Flowers

Hated even by hope left in silence and indifference it’s the sound of a voice still living — barely but still here.The voice cracks breaks disappears into breath.But that’s how you know it’s real pain — not performance.It whispers “I don’t need to be noticed”but deep down — it’s really saying “I wanted someone to see me.”If you can hear that tiny trace of life buried under the silence that’s all this song asks of you.

hurahura