“I’m Left Out, Like a Stray in the Cold” 🥺🥺
There’s a kind of sadness that doesn’t scream—it just lingers quietly, like a shadow that never leaves. That’s what it feels like to be left out. 💔 Everyone else seems to have their place, their people, their warmth… and yet here I am—on the outside looking in. Like a stray in the cold, forgotten and unseen. 🐾❄️
You watch them laugh, share inside jokes, make plans you’re not a part of. You smile so they won’t see the ache, but deep down, the silence is loud. The loneliness wraps around you like the wind—sharp, biting, and impossible to ignore. 🌬️😞
You try to tell yourself it’s okay. That you’re strong. That it doesn’t matter. But it does. It always does. And every time you’re not chosen, every time you’re not invited or remembered, a small piece of you chips away. 💔🥶
All you want is to belong. To be seen. To be wrapped in the same warmth they share so easily with each other. A hug. A message. A simple “I’m thinking of you.” That’s all it would take to melt the frost. 🤗🔥
But instead, you’re out in the cold. Waiting. Hoping. 🧣🐾 Maybe one day someone will notice the quiet soul who’s been standing just outside the circle, heart in hand, still hoping to be let in. 💭💞
Until then… I’ll just keep pretending it doesn’t hurt. Even though it does. So much. 🥺🥺💔
