Today, my chest is a trembling room. A fragile heart caught in a quiet gloom. Every step I take feels slightly wrong, like I forgotten the rhythm of my own song.
Each move misfires, each thought misaligns. I trip on the cracks inside my mind. There’s heartbreaking not liking who you see. Grief that settles deep like a wound that won’t free.
I’ve lost myself somewhere I cannot trace, yet she lingers beneath… A flicker of grace.
Just under the surface, refusing to rise, as if coming up for air would unravel my disguise.
My mind pulls me under, drags me below, teaching me to breathe water, as if air were a foe.
I’m all backwards, tangled, struggling to function… A soul out of rhythm a heart out of junction.
Why do I do this? I ask through tide as the waves of self-doubt pull me deeper inside.
It’s a vicious cycle, sharp as a knife, cutting the edges of my everyday life. I promise I’ll break it – maybe tomorrow – but tomorrow just echoes the same old sorrow.
And still, I whisper that I want to be free from the binds that tighten around me. These chains in my mind that shut out the light, that turn morning to dusk and dreams into nightmares.
Yet, somewhere within, beneath all this ache, a quieter part of me waits to awake. A spark in the water, a breath in the tide, reminding me softly, I’m still alive.
And maybe, one day, when the weight finally lifts… I’ll rise to the surface and reclaim what drifts.
<3
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
Today, my chest is a trembling room. A fragile heart caught in a quiet gloom. Every step I take feels slightly wrong, like I forgotten the rhythm of my own song.
Each move misfires, each thought misaligns. I trip on the cracks inside my mind. There’s heartbreaking not liking who you see. Grief that settles deep like a wound that won’t free.
I’ve lost myself somewhere I cannot trace, yet she lingers beneath… A flicker of grace.
Just under the surface, refusing to rise, as if coming up for air would unravel my disguise.
My mind pulls me under, drags me below, teaching me to breathe water, as if air were a foe.
I’m all backwards, tangled, struggling to function… A soul out of rhythm a heart out of junction.
Why do I do this? I ask through tide as the waves of self-doubt pull me deeper inside.
It’s a vicious cycle, sharp as a knife, cutting the edges of my everyday life. I promise I’ll break it – maybe tomorrow – but tomorrow just echoes the same old sorrow.
And still, I whisper that I want to be free from the binds that tighten around me. These chains in my mind that shut out the light, that turn morning to dusk and dreams into nightmares.
Yet, somewhere within, beneath all this ache, a quieter part of me waits to awake. A spark in the water, a breath in the tide, reminding me softly, I’m still alive.
And maybe, one day, when the weight finally lifts… I’ll rise to the surface and reclaim what drifts.
<3
The deepest parts of my mind
