Four Tickets Three Months

Four Tickets Three Months

Four support tickets left unread

Three long months trapped inside my head

Every request ignored again

Building frustration, hurt, and pain

I wrote politely asking why

Watching another week drift by

Refreshing pages every day

Hoping somebody cared enough to stay

Vocal once felt like somewhere safe

Now silence feels cruel and fake

Writers drowning without a sound

While nobody turns around

I gave my hours my heart my words

Still treated less than all the herd

Comments vanish questions fade

Feeling invisible in the shade

What happened to supporting creators

Instead we’re ghosts beside the haters

Each unanswered message burns

Still no lesson learned in return

I carried faith through every delay

Thinking eventually they’d reply one day

Still the inbox stays untouched

Like my voice does not matter much

Personal battles hidden behind screens

Crushed between false hopeful dreams

I’m tired of begging to be seen

Tired of wondering what this means

Four support tickets still remain

Three months sitting with this pain

No answers no respect no care

Only silence hanging there.

please answer my requests and5 tickets you are ignoring

#Marie381UkWriter

Vocal Makes Me Feel Like A Shit Writer

Every upload feels harder now

Questioning every single vow

Wondering if my words have worth

Or if they should have never left birth

I pour my soul onto each page

Bleeding quietly in hidden rage

Still overlooked without a sound

Like my poetry drags me down

Others rise while I stand still

Fighting against another hill

Trying to smile through every doubt

While insecurity screams out loud

Vocal makes me question myself

Like my heart belongs on a shelf

Each empty notification stings

Breaking delicate hopeful things

I support so many every day

Liking their work along the way

Still when my poems finally land

Silence reaches out its hand

Maybe my darkness cuts too deep

Maybe my wounds are hard to keep

Still these words are truly mine

Every shattered bleeding line

No fake perfection lives in me

Only scars the world can’t see

I write because surviving hurts

Because pain still fills my shirts

Even when they make me feel small

I will continue through it all

One day these poems may finally matter

Even if tonight I still feel shattered

All I want is to be treated like everyone else? Why vocal.media won’t you support me. I paid like everyone else but am treated differently By you.