we started off like a fire,
burning bright, intense,
you brought me chocolates the first time we met,
two simple things, but they meant the world

i loved you, god, i loved you so much,
but the second time, something broke,
i couldn’t take even one,
like i was trying to choke down the truth

on my birthday, i blocked you,
****** up and fed up,
i couldn’t stand the thought of you,
surrounded by all those people,
too many faces, too many hearts,
and i felt like i was just another in line

so why did you come back?
why did you crawl back into my life,
after i pushed you away?
why did i get that apology,
that long-*** rant, those words
that cut deeper than any silence?

i read them all, every **** word,
and still, i blocked you again,
like i was trying to protect myself
from the love that kept pulling me in

you were my situationship,
but to me, you were more,
and now i’m left with this emptiness,
wondering why we couldn’t make it work

i blocked you to save myself,
but all i did was tear us apart,
and now, even after everything,
i still can’t get you out of my heart

Waking up with this weight on my chest,  
My body screams for more sleep,  
But the second I’m awake, anxiety hits,  
Reminding me I’m still here, still stuck.  

I’m trying to make it through the day,  
With all this dark energy inside,  
I know it’s supposed to get better,  
But right now, it just hurts like hell.  

I feel unloved, unworthy,  
Lost in a mess I can’t escape,  
Trapped in my own head,  
Where everything just falls apart.  

I tell myself I’m worth something,  
That I don’t need their approval,  
But it’s hard to believe when my heart’s so tired,  
Caught between wanting to quit and wanting to fight.

I’m tired.
Not just tired in the way sleep could cure,
But tired in a way that eats at me from the inside.
It’s a heaviness I can’t shake,
A burden I’ve carried too long,
Until my own skin feels foreign.

I’m tired of the thoughts that whisper in the dark,
Tired of the way they cut deep,
Digging into wounds I thought had healed.
I’m tired of the fight,
The endless battle with myself,
Where every victory feels hollow
And every defeat feels deserved.

I want to close my eyes and let go,
To drift into silence where the noise stops,
Where I’m not choking on my own thoughts,
Not drowning in my own mind.
It’s not that I’m lazy,
It’s not that I’m weak,
But I’m too tired to keep pretending,
Too tired to keep holding it all together
When everything inside me is falling apart.

I’m tired of the harm I do to myself,
The way I tear myself down piece by piece,
As if hurting myself is the only thing I know how to control.
I’m tired of the scars,
Both the ones I can see and the ones no one else notices,
The ones that make me feel like I don’t belong in my own skin.

I’m too tired to change,
Too tired to believe it could ever get better.
I’ve tried, I’ve fought,
But every time I stand, the ground gives way,
And I fall, deeper than before.

I’m not running away from life,
I’m just running from the pain that lives inside me,
The pain that won’t let go,
The pain that feels like it’s part of who I am now.
I want to sleep,
Not because I’m done with the world,
But because I’m done with the war inside me.

I’m tired of the harm,
Tired of the self-destruction,
Of hurting myself just to feel something,
Of carrying this weight that no one else can see.
I just want to close my eyes and stop,
Stop everything.
And never wake up to this fight again.

What if you go to therapy and your card declines and then they remind you of the time you tried so hard just to be seen, to be heard, and even that was taken from you? You’re sitting there, desperate for some small validation, some flicker of acknowledgement that all this pain hasn’t been for anything. But instead, you’re told that you can’t even afford to be understood today. You’ve been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, dragging yourself through each day, hoping that maybe this time, someone will see the cracks in your facade and offer you something—anything—that says you matter. But instead, you’re met with a cold, impersonal reminder that in the end, it’s just you. Alone.
And so you leave, not just the room, but maybe something deeper, too. The hope that you held onto, the belief that if you tried hard enough, things would get better, starts to crumble. You wanted to be told that it was okay, that you were okay, that the fight was worth it. But instead, you’re left with nothing but the silence that follows you out the door. It’s in that silence that you realize how tired you are. How much you’ve been pushing through, hoping for a moment of peace, a break from the chaos that never seems to end. And now, even that small, fragile hope feels out of reach. You wanted to be validated, to be told that you weren’t alone in this. But now, all you want is to disappear, to slip away from it all because being alone feels like the only thing left that makes sense.  You wanted help, but maybe what you really needed was just to be left alone with your thoughts, away from a world that never seems to understand how much it hurts to try and fail, over and over again.

He sits alone in the darkened room,  
The world outside a distant hum,  
His thoughts, they swirl, they twist, they break,  
A storm inside he can’t escape.  

The light that once brought him home,  
Now flickers cold, a shadow’s throne,  
Each breath he takes, a heavy sigh,  
As hope fades out, and dreams pass by.  

The phone that buzzes on the table,  
Feels like a weight he’s not able  
To lift, to face, to even try,  
As days go on and nights just fly.  

He used to walk at steady pace,  
But now he’s lost in this dark space,  
Where every step feels like a fight,  
Against the pull of the endless night.  

He wonders when the light will break,  
Or if he’ll always feel this ache,  
Alone, adrift, in shadows deep,  
A heart too tired to even weep

we crossed paths in the quiet,
in the spaces between words,
a glance, a sigh, a silence,
more powerful than anything heard

i thought i knew you,
your every fear, your every dream,
but the deeper i looked,
the more you slipped away, unseen

we were close, but not enough,
touching but never quite there,
we spoke in riddles and half-truths,
and now the air between us is bare

there were things i wanted to say,
moments i wish i’d seized,
but the words stayed locked inside,
while the distance between us increased

now you’re a ghost in my thoughts,
a shadow of what could’ve been,
and i’m left wondering,
if you even remember when

when we were almost something,
when our silence was our bond,
but we let it slip through our fingers,
now you’re gone, and i’m left to respond

to the echoes of what we never said,
to the questions that haunt my mind,
i wish i’d spoken, wish i’d tried,
but now it’s too late, and you’re hard to find

we were almost something,
almost, but not quite,
and now i’m left here alone,
wishing i hadn’t let you out of sight

You were the one who pulled me back,  
Kept me from sinking too deep,  
Promised you’d always have my back,  
You swore you'd protect me from the steep.  

We used to talk for hours on end,  
About F1 and the dreams we’d chase,  
You were my brother, my closest friend,  
The one who made the darkness erase.  

But now, that bond we had is gone,  
And the pain you saved me from, you brought,  
You went from my shelter, my dawn,  
To the reason I’m caught in this knot.

You stood by when I couldn’t stand,  
Held me together when I was torn,  
But now you’re the one who let go of my hand,  
And left me drowning, lost, and worn.  

I used to trust you with every part,  
You were my anchor, my guiding star,  
But you turned the blade and broke my heart,  
Now the scars are yours, and they run far.  

You watched me fall apart, you saw the tears,  
In front of hundreds, I shattered, exposed,  
And you just laughed, confirmed my fears,  
That the one who saved me could hurt me the most.

You were the reason I stayed alive,  
Now you're the reason I feel this pain,  
The brother who once kept me from the knife,  
Is the one who pushed me back into the rain.