The sun won't rise for me today,
My weary heart has lost its way.
The colours fade to shades of grey,
There's nothing left for me to say.
The laughter of the world sounds far,
Beneath a cold and distant star.
I've carried burdens, borne the scar,
And now I'm just too tired to spar.
The path ahead, it holds no gleam,
Just shadows in a broken dream.
I'll drift away, a silent stream,
And cease to be, it would now seem.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
I did not rise all at once.
There was no door, no thunder, no rescue scene—
only a small refusal
to let the dark make all my decisions.
Some days I survived by fractions:
one sip of water, one answered message,
one moment where I did not agree
with the voice that said “end it.”
Healing was not a turning point—
It was repetition.
It was learning to outlast
the version of me that wanted to disappear.
And somewhere in that quiet persistence,
I stopped believing I was meant
to be gone.
Not fixed.
Not finished.
Just here—
still becoming something
the pain could not fully name.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 8:43 AM UTC