I don’t always know what I feel.
Some days, it’s as if I’m drifting
into a distant dimension—
watching myself drown
in silence.
I grow tired of feeling,
tired of being,
as if every breath
is another thread unraveling.
My mind toys with me,
blurring the borders
between illusion and truth.
I see them—
gathered in their warmth,
laughing, alive.
And here I am,
a shadow in the corner,
growing colder,
layer upon layer of frost
hiding the hollow beneath.
I long to step closer,
to feel their fire—
but my own heart
bars the door,
and my thoughts
chain me down.
They whisper:
*"You were never meant
for warmth,
for worth,
for life."*
So I linger on the edge,
slowly withering,
a ghost rehearsing
its own departure.
I want to feel…
yet I don’t even know
what I was made for,
what purpose breath
was meant to serve.
So I walk,
and walk,
until the road gives way—
tired, empty,
a name without meaning.
It’s almost cruelly comic,
to know I’ll die without purpose.
To die small.
To die pathetic.
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
I don’t always know what I feel.
Some days, it’s as if I’m drifting
into a distant dimension—
watching myself drown
in silence.
I grow tired of feeling,
tired of being,
as if every breath
is another thread unraveling.
My mind toys with me,
blurring the borders
between illusion and truth.
I see them—
gathered in their warmth,
laughing, alive.
And here I am,
a shadow in the corner,
growing colder,
layer upon layer of frost
hiding the hollow beneath.
I long to step closer,
to feel their fire—
but my own heart
bars the door,
and my thoughts
chain me down.
They whisper:
*"You were never meant
for warmth,
for worth,
for life."*
So I linger on the edge,
slowly withering,
a ghost rehearsing
its own departure.
I want to feel…
yet I don’t even know
what I was made for,
what purpose breath
was meant to serve.
So I walk,
and walk,
until the road gives way—
tired, empty,
a name without meaning.
It’s almost cruelly comic,
to know I’ll die without purpose.
To die small.
To die pathetic.
hey.... sorry if this one feels odd
this one is poured words i couldn't speak
how sometimes i couldn't feel the same as everyone else
and its keep making me things to die sometimes
well.... by making this one my soul heals a bit:)
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