The artist in me has died.
It suffocated under the pressure,
of the weight of my silenced thoughts.
It wept in my ears when I didn’t listen,
only its tears are visible over the noise.
If quiet settled over the sleepless nights,
it would speak of what I couldn’t yet face.
But I would simply drown out the words,
as there is no peace to be found in my mind.
So, I live my life through the eyes of others,
chase their sanity and the softness of dreams.
I crave their emotions, the simplicity of it all,
and the peacefulness of not being haunted by my thoughts.
So, I let the artist in me die,
just to offer me peace of mind.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
The artist in me has died.
It suffocated under the pressure,
of the weight of my silenced thoughts.
It wept in my ears when I didn’t listen,
only its tears are visible over the noise.
If quiet settled over the sleepless nights,
it would speak of what I couldn’t yet face.
But I would simply drown out the words,
as there is no peace to be found in my mind.
So, I live my life through the eyes of others,
chase their sanity and the softness of dreams.
I crave their emotions, the simplicity of it all,
and the peacefulness of not being haunted by my thoughts.
So, I let the artist in me die,
just to offer me peace of mind.
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