I’m not sad anymore—
just empty.
Like a candle that forgot what it means to burn.
Every time I try to start again,
the world reminds me I shouldn’t have.
It crushes what’s left,
and calls it fate.
I don’t pray.
I don’t curse.
There’s no god left to beg,
no devil left to blame.
Just me,
a hollow shell of what used to care,
drifting through days that all look the same.
Even the pain’s grown quiet,
like it’s tired of me too.
I don’t want to fix it anymore.
I just want it to stop.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
I’m not sad anymore—
just empty.
Like a candle that forgot what it means to burn.
Every time I try to start again,
the world reminds me I shouldn’t have.
It crushes what’s left,
and calls it fate.
I don’t pray.
I don’t curse.
There’s no god left to beg,
no devil left to blame.
Just me,
a hollow shell of what used to care,
drifting through days that all look the same.
Even the pain’s grown quiet,
like it’s tired of me too.
I don’t want to fix it anymore.
I just want it to stop.
–S. Yusuf
