Backround noise,
suppressed, forgotten for the most part.
Pushed aside with life
its events,
its systematic struggles,
when brought to memory
its drowned out again.
Like a Faint noise
or a Memory you can't quite grasp.
a Small thing
Large impact.
It's 12 pm
a dark room stares back at you.
Everyone's asleep
Your eyes can't close,
a feeling once so dull
now becomes consuming.
Making every inhale-
feel like drowning-
being smothered.
In something you chose to ignore
something you tried to erase...
pushing something away,
only Moves it
it will never Destroy it.
Now that Dull Ache,
the one you ignored.
for so many years,
is All you feel
All you are.
it cannot be repressed forever.
Stop Running Away.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 5:02 PM UTC
Backround noise,
suppressed, forgotten for the most part.
Pushed aside with life
its events,
its systematic struggles,
when brought to memory
its drowned out again.
Like a Faint noise
or a Memory you can't quite grasp.
a Small thing
Large impact.
It's 12 pm
a dark room stares back at you.
Everyone's asleep
Your eyes can't close,
a feeling once so dull
now becomes consuming.
Making every inhale-
feel like drowning-
being smothered.
In something you chose to ignore
something you tried to erase...
pushing something away,
only Moves it
it will never Destroy it.
Now that Dull Ache,
the one you ignored.
for so many years,
is All you feel
All you are.
it cannot be repressed forever.
Stop Running Away.