It didn't feel like the end of the day
But the end of the whole wide world
When it bruised so deep
Even words lost their way,
Falling silent
Where echoes once curled.
And all that remained
Were ashes of me
Scattered thoughts
That used to believe
Someone out there
Would gather them in a jar
And pour them gently
Into the sea.
But no hands reached,
No eyes turned near.
It turns out
No one cared enough
To hear.
- faria