I like to listen to what faces have to say, especially when their mouths are shut. The Man in Black has a face that makes you lean in closer and listen. I want to hear.
Life is the same. Depressing and shit. Blah blah blah. Nobody cares what I say, with or without words. No one leans in closer. No one asks questions even after I offer the answers. Because it’s the same old shit. People want a problem to solve, but once they realize they can’t fix it, that they just have to live with it, they don’t want to hear it anymore. I’m that problem that nobody wants to live with or hear. Well, Johnny gets it. Everybody listens, but nobody hears. I try, Johnny, I do. I try to hear. The problem with being a body is that you have ears and a mouth, but some people aren’t allowed to use both. Some people are only people when they’re useful. I will hear, over and over, but never be heard.
But honestly, who cares? Out of 7 billion people, I am absolutely forgettable. I read an article in the New York Times about a man that died, and no one noticed for quite some time. He had no family or next in kin. His neighbors only knew something was wrong, because he didn’t move his car for street-cleaning. He died anonymously. They had to ID him with only medical records and his teeth, because there was no one to claim him. The people in his will (drawn up in the ’80s) hadn’t spoken to him for decades. The man noted as executor of his estate handed it over to the government to deal with. No. One. Cared. People can live totally anonymous lives and die like they never existed. So, really, what’s the point? Why bother? We don’t matter. So why the pain and the fatigue and the sickness and the rejection? I’m tired, tired, tired…”sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep, I don’t want to wake up on my own anymore…”
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*hug* thats horrible about the guy who died anonymously. Its horrible that no one cared about him. That doesn’t mean people dont care about you. I’m sorry if no one irl cares. But i care id like to believe most all of us care about all of us in our own way.
*returns hug gratefully* I know people “care” about me in theory; they just don’t care enough to be there when I’m not who they’d prefer me to be–if I’m struggling at all, ya know? People care about this perfect version of me, and that’s not really me. That’s not really caring either. I like this site, though, because people aren’t afraid of or shy away from the hard stuff. You don’t see that irl. Like you, thanks for listening, for hearing especially.
You don’t have to be perfect to be perfect. In other words you dont have to be flawless to a tee to be perfect as you already are.
I like the drawing. Did you do that? That is good.
I am sorry to hear that you feel like people dont pay enough attention to you. I bet you have more people that care about you then you realize. But I can relate. There are days when I feel neglected…like nobody understands the pains I go through and nobody cares. But then certain people come around and do show that they care and I feel better.
One thing I have to mention is that relationships are a 2 way street. I have found that if we want to have people in our lives to care about us… we also need to be making an effort to reach out and care for them as well. The more we try to reach out to others and show we care the more others will care for us. That is what I have come to discover. That is why in my everyday Life I make an effort to keep in touch with people and send people little messages to let them know I care.
I wish you the best
HUGS
Great drawing
But your story and your art touched my heart this morning. So now you are no longer anonymous. No longer forgettable. You are now part of my story as well.