i wake up,
but not really.
every day is a foggy one,
heavy and slow,
even if the sun shines.
i eat, i breathe, i move-
just enough to count as living,
not enough to count as happily.
nothing hurts,
but nothing feels right either.
it’s just existing,
quietly,
like dust that forgot
why it settled.
Tag: sadness
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my heart will never beat the same,
stopping where your name used to live.
the air no longer fills my lungs,
it just sits-
thin, uncertain,
like it’s afraid to stay.
the sun still rises,
but it doesn’t warm me completely.
music still plays,
but every note falls off.
the world moves forward,
and i still follow,
half-awake, half-gone,
trying to remember
what it felt like
to be whole.
my time will come
where i can take off the layers
and feel the love
of the life that i deserve.
🏔️
after every fall,
the climb back up is longer
as my strength surges
and hope gathers.
but the plummet afterwards
always hurts twice as much.
what if
what if i stop at the terminal
and watch my plane soar,
the return home
put on pause
as i restart
what if i step forward
and the world bends-
new streets, new faces,
the echo of my name
falling from mouths i don’t know
what if i leave behind
every familiar shadow,
every hand that ever held my own
to stand in the silence
of my own making
what if this is it-
the chosen moment
before the world trembles
and everything
becomes something else
what if it’s my time
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the glass whispers,
filling me with a cool warmth
meant to soothe the nerves that ache,
but only calm for a few.
the shadows still await,
watching from the doorway
as nothing is mended; buried; solved.
the pain simply rests,
counting down until the quiet lifts
and louder than ever before.
cellar
the cellar sits idle,
padlock on the ground
with bolt cutters next to it.
the handles wait,
aching to be pulled,
but i know what lives inside-
the whispers,
the weight,
the things with my name etched into them
that haunt me still.
if i open it,
they’ll rush out,
and i don’t know if i’ll have the strength
to shut it-
not again.
broken lock
the door won’t budge.
the key just stops,
mocking me.
i pusH,
kick,
pull,
plEad-
everything.
but nothing.
the Lock has forgotten me
as the darkness aPproaches,
ready to succeed.
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a cottage eases into the morning,
windows shining with gold.
the lake trying to rest,
sunlight whispering against its skin.
birds spread music,
dew clings to grass like glue,
coffee drifts warm through the air.
it feels unreal-
this world finally coming alive.
your hand in mine,
the horizon opens,
a quiet miracle spilling across the water
as it disappears to an alarm.
it’s time for the day to actually start,
and the dreams to stop.
temptation
the stars don’t glow the way they used to-
their light feels weak,
as if even the sky has grown tired
of pretending.
i watch them,
waiting for a spark to break through,
but they only fade,
distant and pale,
like the hollow parts of me.
the one is still there,
shining brighter than the others,
reminding me of what i seek
but cannot have.
there’s a dirt path
that keeps whispering my name,
its curve pulling me away
from the noise,
from the faces,
from myself.
i know where it leads-
to a place where i can vanish
without protest,
without sound,
like a shadow blending in
when the stars finally go dark.
for once,
maybe i’ll listen to temptation.
disguise
being like this,
it isn’t fun.
i want to cry
but my body forgets how.
i want to scream
but my throat chooses silence.
i don’t want to shake
but my hands reveal my secret,
full of shame
and embarrassment.
i don’t want to drown
but my thoughts continue to pour in,
plugging the drain
and overfilling.
i don’t want to be this way,
fighting my battles alone.
scared to show my pain,
happy to share my disguise.
i wish someone could see
past the skin i wear so well,
and grab my hand
to calm my storm.
