
"Cartoons taught me," they say with a smile,
"That friends stand by you, through every trial."
No matter the storm, the battles, the fall,
They’re always there, one call—that’s all.
Some find solace in stories so grand,
A world built on dreams, not written in sand.
Escaping through dramas, a door open wide,
A place to run, where real pain can hide.
But now, I sit in this hollowed-out space,
Fiction fades, it’s lost its embrace.
No longer a portal, no longer a shield,
Just empty echoes of wounds unhealed.
Reality stares with merciless eyes,
No scripted endings, no comforting lies.
The weight of the world, too heavy to bear,
No hero arrives—no one is there.
I once turned away, afraid to be seen,
But facing it now, I know what it means.
The hurt of the real cuts deeper than art,
And fiction no longer patches my heart.
About the Creator
Ellie
I write the whispers of the soul—silent battles, untold dreams, and echoes of resilience. Let my words speak what hearts often leave unspoken. If you seek words that echo your heart, welcome to my world.



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