I’m drained
or am I lying?
Lying to myself
and others around me?
For what it’s worth
I’ve been trying
to sincerely get out
of this loop
But all I do is
fall into it desperately
and hopelessly
Like a never ending
ruthless tangle
of unwoven ties,
deep dark in the
mysterious corner
Where no one
hears me cry out
at the top of my voice
Where no one
sees me
struggling to breathe
And around me
I see the crowd
that moves forward
so much in grace
But do they?
Maybe I don’t see
their tangles
or hear their cries.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 2:12 AM UTC
I’m drained
or am I lying?
Lying to myself
and others around me?
For what it’s worth
I’ve been trying
to sincerely get out
of this loop
But all I do is
fall into it desperately
and hopelessly
Like a never ending
ruthless tangle
of unwoven ties,
deep dark in the
mysterious corner
Where no one
hears me cry out
at the top of my voice
Where no one
sees me
struggling to breathe
And around me
I see the crowd
that moves forward
so much in grace
But do they?
Maybe I don’t see
their tangles
or hear their cries.