The Feelings I Carry That No One Sees

Sometimes I feel like no one understands my feelings.

Not really i pour my thoughts, my heart, my soul into words, into stories, into articles and yet, it feels like i am shouting into an empty room.

I have commented on so many posts, subscribed to so many voices, shared my heart in hopes that someone will hear me. But still… no one truly reads the deep voice of my heart.

They see the words, maybe, but they don’t feel them they don’t feel the pain, the hope, the loneliness behind the lines.

Writing on Vocal was supposed to be my escape a place where I could let the weight of my thoughts lighten, where my soul could breathe, where someone anyone might understand the invisible thoughts I fight every day and for a moment and thought I found it.

I imagined readers connecting, nodding silently with me, feeling my struggles and my small joys but reality is different.

I write, i share, i pour my feelings into every word i hit publish, hoping that maybe one person will pause, read slowly, and realize the depth behind the sentences. But most of the time, it’s just silence. No comments.

No likes and sometimes not even a single glance from a reader and it stings.

It stings because I am not writing for numbers and i am not writing for fame but i am writing for my heart, for my soul.

I am writing so that the storm inside me finds a quiet place to release itself i write to give my emotions a voice, to let someone else—maybe a stranger—hear what I cannot say aloud in my own life.

And yet, in this silence, I refuse to stop. Because even if no one sees, even if no one understands, the act of writing itself gives me strength. It reminds me that my feelings are real

That my heart, though unheard, is not invisible and that my thoughts, though unread, have meaning.

Sometimes, I imagine that one person out there will find my words at just the right time. That someone, in the middle of their own struggles, will read a line I wrote and feel a spark of recognition. “I understand,” they might whisper. And in that tiny connection, I find relief. I find comfort.

I find proof that no matter how invisible my feelings seem, someone somewhere will feel them too.

Writing has become my sanctuary even when no one reacts, even when the world scrolls past, my words stay with me. they listen when no one else does. They carry the weight of my heart when the world cannot and they are my friends, my companions, my mirrors.

I want to tell the world i am here i am feeling and i am thinking. And yes, sometimes I feel unseen, unheard, but I will not let that stop me. Because there is hope in words, in the act of writing, in the belief that my voice, even in silence, can touch someone’s heart.

So I continue to write and continue to share i continue to put my feelings on the page, knowing that maybe today, maybe tomorrow, someone will read them.

Maybe someone will hear the deep voice of my heart. And maybe, just maybe, my soul will finally feel the relaxation it has been seeking the quiet reassurance that there is someone, somewhere, who understands.

Even if no one sees me today i will keep writing because my feelings are real. And they deserve to be seen, heard, and fell if no one reads my words, i will keep writing, trusting that someday, someone will truly understand me.