I lie alone in my bed,
staring at the ceiling.
My mind wanders,
trapped in an endless loop.
My heart—
hurting.
Tears have dried up,
leaving only the burn behind.
My chest feels heavy,
as if a thousand knives
are buried deep within it.
My hands grip tightly,
a silent tug-of-war
where no one wins.
My eyes are full of sorrow and pain.
They are no longer bright,
no longer beautiful,
But still here …
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 9:35 PM UTC
I lie alone in my bed,
staring at the ceiling.
My mind wanders,
trapped in an endless loop.
My heart—
hurting.
Tears have dried up,
leaving only the burn behind.
My chest feels heavy,
as if a thousand knives
are buried deep within it.
My hands grip tightly,
a silent tug-of-war
where no one wins.
My eyes are full of sorrow and pain.
They are no longer bright,
no longer beautiful,
But still here …