i’m fine, i guess.
biting my tongue just to quiet the mess.
i ask for help,
but nobody answers —
just echoes and habits.
these toxins hit,
pain fades,
but it always finds its way back.
mornings hit slow —
i stare at the ceiling,
wonder if peace is just something
you fake till it feels real.
i keep breathing,
even when it burns.
maybe that’s healing —
not the pretty kind,
just the kind that hurts less each time.
oxy in my blood,
i can’t feel my hands.
out of options,
no one understands.
breathe too fast,
heartbeat stutters.
i talk to the walls,
they don’t answer.
every hit
feels like a promise i break.
every calm
just another mistake.
you said it helps,
but it hollowed me out —
i’m screaming underwater
just to make a sound.
out of patience,
words taste like static now.
i move, but it’s habit —
not intention.
the world hums without me,
i let it.
mirrors blur,
faces fade at the edges.
i don’t miss them —
just the noise they made.
i talk in echoes,
answer in delay.
my body’s still here,
but i left days ago.
i’m sick of swallowing pills
just to feel a pulse.
don’t tell me how to feel —
you don’t live inside this skull.
breathe in,
choke out.
i built bandages out of silence
just to stop the bleeding.
years slipping through my fingers
like ***** water.
i was lost,
but don’t call it recovery
just ’cause i learned how to fake control.
the room’s still spinning,
but i’m not.
the pills sit untouched,
the ghosts stay quiet.
maybe that’s enough for tonight —
not peace,
just pause.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
i’m fine, i guess.
biting my tongue just to quiet the mess.
i ask for help,
but nobody answers —
just echoes and habits.
these toxins hit,
pain fades,
but it always finds its way back.
mornings hit slow —
i stare at the ceiling,
wonder if peace is just something
you fake till it feels real.
i keep breathing,
even when it burns.
maybe that’s healing —
not the pretty kind,
just the kind that hurts less each time.
oxy in my blood,
i can’t feel my hands.
out of options,
no one understands.
breathe too fast,
heartbeat stutters.
i talk to the walls,
they don’t answer.
every hit
feels like a promise i break.
every calm
just another mistake.
you said it helps,
but it hollowed me out —
i’m screaming underwater
just to make a sound.
out of patience,
words taste like static now.
i move, but it’s habit —
not intention.
the world hums without me,
i let it.
mirrors blur,
faces fade at the edges.
i don’t miss them —
just the noise they made.
i talk in echoes,
answer in delay.
my body’s still here,
but i left days ago.
i’m sick of swallowing pills
just to feel a pulse.
don’t tell me how to feel —
you don’t live inside this skull.
breathe in,
choke out.
i built bandages out of silence
just to stop the bleeding.
years slipping through my fingers
like ***** water.
i was lost,
but don’t call it recovery
just ’cause i learned how to fake control.
the room’s still spinning,
but i’m not.
the pills sit untouched,
the ghosts stay quiet.
maybe that’s enough for tonight —
not peace,
just pause.
