I do the best I can
to show others they’ll be fine.
I offer love and care
as if I have nothing but time.

They ask as
and I give.
Again and again.
I help them rise,
chase their dreams,
hold their hands through the end.

I bring joy to those who’ve lost it.
Forgiveness to those who can’t.
I steady the weight they carry
without ever breaking my stance.

But when I’m alone,
there’s nothing left.
Just the echo of my own breath,
and the silence
I pretend isn’t there.

No arms reach back for me.
Just memory.
Just ache.
Just sins I’ll never shake.

I’m a broken soul,
wandering through the dark,
trying to recall
but all I do is fall.

When I speak,
they smile
“You’re always so bright!”
But no one listens
to what I say at night.

So I stay quiet.
Suffer where no one can see.
And when the morning comes,
I’ll give what’s left of me.

Because someone will ask for more.
And I’ll give it
even if it leaves
nothing left for me.

I walk into my room
and sit down.
But there’s nothing to feel.

Not pain.
Not peace.
Just absence
heavy and hollow.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

My hands shake.
My legs won’t still.
My heart drums
like I’m being hunted
by something I can’t see.

I thought I was strong.
I thought I could survive
being the one left behind.

But everyone I loved
they left with parts of me.
And all their promises
were blades in disguise.

Now,
alone in this dim-lit room,
I remember:
I am only human.

Not unbreakable.
Not fine.
Just pretending.

But slowly,

so slowly…

the mask slips.
The strength drains.
And I sink
to the floor,

fingers grasping
what’s no longer there.

I try to hold on
but more and more,
it all slips through.

Everything’s slipping.
And I…
I can’t go on.

No more fighting.
No more trying.

I’m—
I’m simply crying.

And everything about me
is finally
dying.

As the days blur into one,
And the hours stretch, never done,
My mind runs wild, a restless mess
Thoughts scattered, heavy, meaningless.

I feel myself slipping into the dark,
Too far gone, too deep to restart.
Afraid of the ache I always hide,
Each wound a scar I’ve locked inside.

I glance outside…
The sky begins to cry.
And somehow,
I smile…
Like everything’s fine.

The rain falls soft, like whispered grace,
Washing the weight from this hollow place.
The storm rolls in, the sky turns gray,
But something in me fades away.

Not the pain, not all the fear
But the grip they held feels less severe.
The world is weeping, but not in shame
It’s cleansing me.
It knows my name.

So I sit and breathe through trembling hands,
And let the rain rewrite my plans.
And for the first time,
I feel it clear
All that held me
Is no longer here.

The dark still lingers,
But I don’t bend.
The storm still howls,
But it’s not the end.

And in the quiet,
I finally see
The weight is gone.
I’ve always been
Free.

From the moment I saw her,
I knew she was the one.
My chest went quiet,
My soul undone.
Her smile,
Like sunlight,
Burned through the gray.
Her voice
A hymn that led me astray.

From years of drifting, lost and blind,
I found her hand and thought it mine.
No masks.
No lies.
Just something real.
A place to land.
A wound to heal.
She was my home.
She was my breath.
She was the reason I feared death.

But like all things
That burn too clean,
She vanished fast,
Without a scene.
No final word.
No backward glance.
Just silence…
Where laughter used to dance.

Now stillness hums where love once stirred.
No laughter now.
No final word.
The nights are long,
The days are thin,
And nothing waits beyond the end.

So let it fade.
Just be still.
There’s nothing left I wish to feel.
No hand will come.
No voice will call.
Just quiet rooms
And darker halls.

Only breath,
And not for long.
Only silence,
Cold and strong.

And to this day,
I try to sleep
But with closed eyes,
She speaks to me.
Once my favorite dream to live,
Now a nightmare I can’t forgive.

I wear the face they handed me
A painted grin, rehearsed and clean.
The one who laughs, the steady guide,
A hollow shell with cracks inside.

They call me light, say I won’t break,
But no one sees the breath I fake.
I smile on cue, I play it well
A polished lie, a private hell.

This life is stitched from silent screams,
A script of someone else’s dreams.
And every laugh, and every line,
Just digs the grave I hope is mine.

A master, yes! Of quiet pain.
They never ask. I don’t explain.
Tonight I sit, the role intact,
Among the crowd, the same old act.

But then…
She stares.
Eyes like blades.
Not fooled. Not swayed.
The stumble lines I used to know
She watches close. I’ve lost the glow.

Then soft, she speaks
A voice like fate:
“I see who hides beneath your face.”

My chest goes cold.
My mask decays.
Is this the end?
Have I been saved?

I talk to God, but nothing speaks.
Just walls, and nights, and quiet weeks.
I claw through days in borrowed skin,
Each smile a lie I bury in.

I’m tired of breathing just to break,
Of holding on for holding’s sake.
And if I shatter, let it be
I’ve reached the place that feels like me.

At last, my soul might find release,
So leave me now…
I have my peace.