One foot ahead,
three steps behind—
I’m trying
to be kind
to myself,
but I keep
falling,
faltering.
Isolated,
alone—
is anyone out there
to save my soul?
I’ve spent years
trying to please,
to believe
that love exists.
But instead,
I’m left
in a freefall.
Reaching out
for someone
who never
loved me—
never
loved me
at all.
I’m always left
in shambles.
The ache of heartache
has me under
cardiac arrest—
It's
too much,
too much to bear.
And I can’t protect myself
from the fall.
I’m tired
of these tests.
It’s getting harder
to get out of my head.
The voices
are growing louder,
like echoes
of thunder.
I try to brace
for impact,
try to act
like I’m okay—
but the storm’s coming,
and I’m diving
into a freefall.
I’ve got
a million reasons,
but none of them
can save me
this time.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 2:40 AM UTC
One foot ahead,
three steps behind—
I’m trying
to be kind
to myself,
but I keep
falling,
faltering.
Isolated,
alone—
is anyone out there
to save my soul?
I’ve spent years
trying to please,
to believe
that love exists.
But instead,
I’m left
in a freefall.
Reaching out
for someone
who never
loved me—
never
loved me
at all.
I’m always left
in shambles.
The ache of heartache
has me under
cardiac arrest—
It's
too much,
too much to bear.
And I can’t protect myself
from the fall.
I’m tired
of these tests.
It’s getting harder
to get out of my head.
The voices
are growing louder,
like echoes
of thunder.
I try to brace
for impact,
try to act
like I’m okay—
but the storm’s coming,
and I’m diving
into a freefall.
I’ve got
a million reasons,
but none of them
can save me
this time.
I wrote this in a moment when everything felt like it was slipping through my hands — love, control, even self-worth.
“Freefall” is about heartbreak, recovery, and the quiet ache of trying to be okay when you’re not.
It’s for anyone who’s ever reached out in the dark, hoping someone might take their hand.
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