Begging

 I stopped talking to you because I was tired—

tired of feeling invisible,

tired of repeating myself just to be dismissed,

tired of the silence I felt even when we were speaking.

You made me feel like I didn’t matter.

Like my presence was an option you could mute.

Like my thoughts and feelings were nothing more than background noise.

So no, I didn’t leave because I wanted to.

I left because staying started to feel like begging.

Begging for time.

Begging for attention.

Begging just to be heard.

And no one deserves to feel like that.

Sometimes walking away isn’t an act of giving up—

it’s a final act of self-respect.

Because silence may hurt,

but being unseen hurts so much more.