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I feel the darkness pulling me, my body drained of all energy. My room lies in quiet disarray, while my mother tells me to clean it away. But no matter how much I try to scream, no sound escapes, no flicker, no gleam. I have no strength, no will to rise, just heaviness behind my eyes. I don’t want to call for help, nor be consumed by this silent hell, yet I lie still upon my bed, too tired to move, too numb to dread— and I am called lazy instead. My messy room draws looks of disdain, my friends drift off, trust strained by pain. I scream into the empty abyss, but no one hears, no one exists. So I collapse into the dark, with nowhere left to leave my mark nor be called, no place that feels like home to me— No more just shadows where I used to be. And people move on with their life Filling up that hole after my demise
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
Messy Room
I feel the darkness pulling me, my body drained of all energy. My room lies in quiet disarray, while my mother tells me to clean it away. But no matter how much I try to scream, no sound escapes, no flicker, no gleam. I have no strength, no will to rise, just heaviness behind my eyes. I don’t want to call for help, nor be consumed by this silent hell, yet I lie still upon my bed, too tired to move, too numb to dread— and I am called lazy instead. My messy room draws looks of disdain, my friends drift off, trust strained by pain. I scream into the empty abyss, but no one hears, no one exists. So I collapse into the dark, with nowhere left to leave my mark nor be called, no place that feels like home to me— No more just shadows where I used to be. And people move on with their life Filling up that hole after my demise
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Ishani
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
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