These feelings wash over me—
thick, heavy,
like a tide I can’t swim through.

I can’t speak.
Can’t think.

It’s a curse,
to feel everything
all at once.

To notice the smallest shifts—
a pause too long,
a colder tone,
a sentence with its warmth missing.

The way they speak to me now—
or don’t.
Their silence echoes
like a scream.

Even through texts,
I feel them
pulling away,
getting angry,
without a single word spoken.

And still—
I say nothing.
Still, I can’t find my voice.

It’s been years.
But this feeling…
this tight, crawling weight
still lives in my bones.

It makes a home
in my throat,
and keeps me
silent....