The leaking wound....

[nandini00]

At night,
the ceiling sees a lot of things about people.

It watches them look upward
like they are waiting for an answer
that never comes.

A man lies awake,
thinking about everything
that went wrong in his life.

He is not counting sheep
like people do when sleep refuses them.

A woman lies in bed
with loneliness beside her.

She places it carefully
in the corner of the mattress,
then lies down beside it
without touching it.

Some wounds are quiet.

The Leaking Wound is one of them.

It changes the way a person
holds a spoon,
says their name,
or watches rain gather on a window.

By morning,
everything looks normal again.

People wear their faces
like nothing happened.

That is how
The Leaking Wound survives.

It waits
for night to return.

 

[Honey bunch]

At night,
the ceiling sees a lot of things about people.

It watches them look upward
like they are waiting for an answer
that never comes.

A man lies awake,
thinking about everything
that went wrong in his life.

He is not counting sheep
like people do when sleep refuses them.

A woman lies in bed
with loneliness beside her.

She places it carefully
in the corner of the mattress,
then lies down beside it
without touching it.

Some wounds are quiet.

The Leaking Wound is one of them.

It changes the way a person
holds a spoon,
says their name,
or watches rain gather on a window.

By morning,
everything looks normal again.

People wear their faces
like nothing happened.

That is how
The Leaking Wound survives.

It waits
for night to return.
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It’s the quiet wounds that change us the most…
the ones no one sees, but everything in us learns to carry.

This felt painfully beautiful.
​

 

[nandini00]

It’s the quiet wounds that change us the most…
the ones no one sees, but everything in us learns to carry.

This felt painfully beautiful.
​

Well said

 

[VanillaSky]

At night,
the ceiling sees a lot of things about people.

It watches them look upward
like they are waiting for an answer
that never comes.

A man lies awake,
thinking about everything
that went wrong in his life.

He is not counting sheep
like people do when sleep refuses them.

A woman lies in bed
with loneliness beside her.

She places it carefully
in the corner of the mattress,
then lies down beside it
without touching it.

Some wounds are quiet.

The Leaking Wound is one of them.

It changes the way a person
holds a spoon,
says their name,
or watches rain gather on a window.

By morning,
everything looks normal again.

People wear their faces
like nothing happened.

That is how
The Leaking Wound survives.

It waits
for night to return.
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Some wounds are quiet!
So true!

 

[Honey bunch]

Well said

Thank You

 

[Gupthan]

At night,
the ceiling sees a lot of things about people.

It watches them look upward
like they are waiting for an answer
that never comes.

A man lies awake,
thinking about everything
that went wrong in his life.

He is not counting sheep
like people do when sleep refuses them.

A woman lies in bed
with loneliness beside her.

She places it carefully
in the corner of the mattress,
then lies down beside it
without touching it.

Some wounds are quiet.

The Leaking Wound is one of them.

It changes the way a person
holds a spoon,
says their name,
or watches rain gather on a window.

By morning,
everything looks normal again.

People wear their faces
like nothing happened.

That is how
The Leaking Wound survives.

It waits
for night to return.
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So deep

 

[Summer]

"And the sun arrives just in time to offer a mask, while the ceiling waits patiently to hold our truths again"

Incredible writing

 

[Anshhi]

At night,
the ceiling sees a lot of things about people.

It watches them look upward
like they are waiting for an answer
that never comes.

A man lies awake,
thinking about everything
that went wrong in his life.

He is not counting sheep
like people do when sleep refuses them.

A woman lies in bed
with loneliness beside her.

She places it carefully
in the corner of the mattress,
then lies down beside it
without touching it.

Some wounds are quiet.

The Leaking Wound is one of them.

It changes the way a person
holds a spoon,
says their name,
or watches rain gather on a window.

By morning,
everything looks normal again.

People wear their faces
like nothing happened.

That is how
The Leaking Wound survives.

It waits
for night to return.
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Some wounds are truly so quiet that they change the very way a person lives, yet nothing can be seen from the outside. Beautifully written.

Awesome Intelligence™​

 

[stoner949]

The saddest part is that nobody sees it.
People ask How are you and we smile. People say "You seem fine" and we nod
But some battles only happen after midnight, when the world goes quiet and the ceiling becomes the only witness.
The wound never really leaves. It just learns how to hide better by daylight

 

[nandini00]

The saddest part is that nobody sees it.
People ask How are you and we smile. People say "You seem fine" and we nod
But some battles only happen after midnight, when the world goes quiet and the ceiling becomes the only witness.
The wound never really leaves. It just learns how to hide better by daylight

And perhaps that's the hardest kind of pain—the one carried so quietly that it becomes invisible.
By day, we wear our smiles like armor, answer "I'm okay" out of habit, and keep moving because the world expects us to.
But when the night grows still and every distraction fades, the heart finally speaks in the language it has been holding back all day.
Some wounds don't disappear. They become part of us, hidden beneath practiced laughter and gentle replies. Yet even the deepest scars tell a story—not of weakness, but of survival.
And sometimes, the strongest people are not those who never break, but those who keep waking up each morning and choosing to carry on, even when no one sees the weight they bear.