My soul is dying
It's dying
I can hear it
It's crying
It's light is fading
It's being swallowed
By the dark
I plead
I yearn to find words
That truly belongs to me
I pressed my palm
Through the surface of my skin
Through my bones
And into my heart
Haunted by the fear
Of the nothingness inside
I bore my nails
Unearthing my flesh
Crying as I touched the mist
It's a hollow space, nothing left
I know there's something there
It's not missing, it's lost
I can feel its presence
It's calling me there
It's begging to be heard
It screams its struggles
Only for it to reach a void
I think
I've gone deaf
To my own voice
I can't hear my own truest words anymore. I can't describe how I feel. I'm looking for ways to tell these silent cries, but no words can't make me understand how I feel. Maybe I've gone deaf to my own voice, and that scares me.