I'm lost in shadows, hollow and torn,
A ghost of the child who was never born.
I can't find light—just endless night,
Hope is a lie, and nothing feels right.
I weep in silence, breath held tight,
Staring through the void, craving the bite
Of peace that only death can give—
A final breath, a reason not to live.
The past is poison, etched in skin—
Bruised, used, and shattered within.
No kin, no kinship, no one to trust,
Just dust and bones and rotting rust.
I’m screaming inside, but no one hears,
Drowning alone in a sea of years.
This isn’t living—this is decay,
A body alive, but soul stripped away.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
I'm lost in shadows, hollow and torn,
A ghost of the child who was never born.
I can't find light—just endless night,
Hope is a lie, and nothing feels right.
I weep in silence, breath held tight,
Staring through the void, craving the bite
Of peace that only death can give—
A final breath, a reason not to live.
The past is poison, etched in skin—
Bruised, used, and shattered within.
No kin, no kinship, no one to trust,
Just dust and bones and rotting rust.
I’m screaming inside, but no one hears,
Drowning alone in a sea of years.
This isn’t living—this is decay,
A body alive, but soul stripped away.
