You lie in your bed, your senses finely tuned to every sound outside.
You've become adept at recognizing people by the distinct cadence of their footsteps, a skill honed over years of isolation.

It's a small comfort, a connection to the world you've been banished from.

Your life is a series of somber routines.
In the daytime, you find solace in sleep or wallow in the depths of misery.
When the sun sets, you prepare for your only glimpse of the outside world – a quiet walk under the cover of night.

It's a small rebellion against the relentless solitude that defines your existence.

Sometimes, you can't help but wonder if you're worthy of sympathy and support.
Society has cast you aside, ridiculed and ostracized you, and you carry the weight of that rejection with every step you take.
Survival is a daily struggle, a battle against both external and internal demons.

The thought of ending it all sometimes creeps into your mind like a tempting whisper, a sweet release from the eternal prison that surrounds you.

But deep down, the will to stand firm, to endure, remains stronger.

In a world that demands humans to work themselves to exhaustion, there's no place for someone like you.
The systems in place have failed to accommodate your unique struggles, and you're left to fend for yourself.



Screaming for help in a world that is deaf.