I’m trying right now,
But my body won’t let me.
I’m trying to cry,
but my eyes hold no moisture.
They’re dry,
even though my emotions aren’t.
I’m trying to breathe,
but my lungs are shaking
and my windpipe?
contracted.
I’m trying to scream,
but my voice is dead.
My jaw shakes,
desperate to make a sound
for the world to hear.
I’m trying to move,
but my fingers are locked.
My legs are locked.
They’re shivering,
but that’s the only movement
my body will allow.
My body has
become a field of contradiction.
It’s numb,
but I can still feel something,
something cold.
Maybe I wasn’t running
away from my past.
I was just walking in a loop,
back into its arms.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC
I’m trying right now,
But my body won’t let me.
I’m trying to cry,
but my eyes hold no moisture.
They’re dry,
even though my emotions aren’t.
I’m trying to breathe,
but my lungs are shaking
and my windpipe?
contracted.
I’m trying to scream,
but my voice is dead.
My jaw shakes,
desperate to make a sound
for the world to hear.
I’m trying to move,
but my fingers are locked.
My legs are locked.
They’re shivering,
but that’s the only movement
my body will allow.
My body has
become a field of contradiction.
It’s numb,
but I can still feel something,
something cold.
Maybe I wasn’t running
away from my past.
I was just walking in a loop,
back into its arms.
