You fight every day, searching the ruins
for where it all unraveled
trading the soft lie of comfort
for the burdening weight of knowing
we are all just passing through.
Yet the more you disturb the silence with quiet thought,
the more you wonder
if you want this chapter to be an ending.
The question circles back like a tide,
pulling you closer to drowning
every single day.
You want to reach out,
but to who?
Who will help support the weight
without flinching,
without writing you off
as someone starving for attention?
What you show is a splinter
of what lives underneath.
What you tell, barely a shadow
of what you actually feel.
And still, the knife sings its siren song,
Peaceful and deceitful all the same.
You say "one more day",
not because the melody is beautiful,
but because it's the only lie
you trust your heart to listen to.
Because the cruelest thing
is knowing the blade was always there.
Knowing the choice was always yours.
And finding comfort in what's unknown... when nothing else feels safe.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC
You fight every day, searching the ruins
for where it all unraveled
trading the soft lie of comfort
for the burdening weight of knowing
we are all just passing through.
Yet the more you disturb the silence with quiet thought,
the more you wonder
if you want this chapter to be an ending.
The question circles back like a tide,
pulling you closer to drowning
every single day.
You want to reach out,
but to who?
Who will help support the weight
without flinching,
without writing you off
as someone starving for attention?
What you show is a splinter
of what lives underneath.
What you tell, barely a shadow
of what you actually feel.
And still, the knife sings its siren song,
Peaceful and deceitful all the same.
You say "one more day",
not because the melody is beautiful,
but because it's the only lie
you trust your heart to listen to.
Because the cruelest thing
is knowing the blade was always there.
Knowing the choice was always yours.
And finding comfort in what's unknown... when nothing else feels safe.
I'll see you soon, Silco...
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