Do you feel it?
Do you... feel... it?
Do you feel broken enough to fall on your knees?
Do you see it?
Do you hear it?
Do you realize there's more to what your eyes meet?
Do you always fall asleep with a chip over your shoulder?
Do you hallucinate the borders getting bolder and colder?
Do you see a tall lady growing older and older?
Or a small imaginary friend getting darker and sober?
Do you lay down to fall asleep and dream in your bed?
But you're fighting your thoughts, the fog in your head?
Do you cry and cry and cry with every memory you shed?
Do you die every night cause you're sick of the blood?
When you're holding on to a single thread,
Would you still hold on if it meant your death?
Do your fingers bleed while gripping tight?
Or do you fear the fall more than the fight?
Do you hear it whisper, "Don't let go"?
Even when you know you should say no?
Do you feel it cutting through your skin?
Yet call the pain the only way to win?
Do you look below and see the void?
And call that strand of pain your only choice?
Do you romanticize the tragedy?
Because you can't escape the strand of agony?
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC
Do you feel it?
Do you... feel... it?
Do you feel broken enough to fall on your knees?
Do you see it?
Do you hear it?
Do you realize there's more to what your eyes meet?
Do you always fall asleep with a chip over your shoulder?
Do you hallucinate the borders getting bolder and colder?
Do you see a tall lady growing older and older?
Or a small imaginary friend getting darker and sober?
Do you lay down to fall asleep and dream in your bed?
But you're fighting your thoughts, the fog in your head?
Do you cry and cry and cry with every memory you shed?
Do you die every night cause you're sick of the blood?
When you're holding on to a single thread,
Would you still hold on if it meant your death?
Do your fingers bleed while gripping tight?
Or do you fear the fall more than the fight?
Do you hear it whisper, "Don't let go"?
Even when you know you should say no?
Do you feel it cutting through your skin?
Yet call the pain the only way to win?
Do you look below and see the void?
And call that strand of pain your only choice?
Do you romanticize the tragedy?
Because you can't escape the strand of agony?
