I don’t know this feeling
but it knows me.
It slips beneath my skin
when the night forgets to breathe.
Uninvited. Unrelenting.
A quiet voice that screams:
"cut, cut, cut, cut…"
I don’t want this feeling,
but it always finds its way.
A shadow pressed against my chest,
suffocating in the gentlest way.
It comes and goes like broken tides,
but each time,
it takes a little more of me.
I lose myself
in the silence between heartbeats,
in the war no one can see.
Every time it visits,
I forget the sound of light.
I forget how to be.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 5:26 PM UTC
I don’t know this feeling
but it knows me.
It slips beneath my skin
when the night forgets to breathe.
Uninvited. Unrelenting.
A quiet voice that screams:
"cut, cut, cut, cut…"
I don’t want this feeling,
but it always finds its way.
A shadow pressed against my chest,
suffocating in the gentlest way.
It comes and goes like broken tides,
but each time,
it takes a little more of me.
I lose myself
in the silence between heartbeats,
in the war no one can see.
Every time it visits,
I forget the sound of light.
I forget how to be.
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