I know they love me. I love them back.
But inside...there’s a crack, a hollow I can’t name, a hunger that no one fills.
I’m waiting for the fall, the collapse, ready to disappear, but scared to leave you behind.
Even with light, the dark pulls harder
and I wonder if I’ll make it to twenty-five,
or if the missing piece will swallow me whole.
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
I know they love me. I love them back.
But inside...there’s a crack, a hollow I can’t name, a hunger that no one fills.
I’m waiting for the fall, the collapse, ready to disappear, but scared to leave you behind.
Even with light, the dark pulls harder
and I wonder if I’ll make it to twenty-five,
or if the missing piece will swallow me whole.
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