#brokenbuthealing
Black sleep can’t be seen
when they are kept in the dark.
How can I leave my mark?
I want to be seen—
a silhouette drowning in a dream,
the puddle ripples with hues of green,
shimmering lies where truth had been.
I search for signs, for steady ground,
but confusion swells where there are no landmarks found.
My compass spins in this shadowed land,
I reach for light, but touch only sand.
I feel lost, no map to tear,
no path, no flame, just stale, cold air.
I am tired of the fight,
of stitching wounds in endless night.
Sadly, I have lost the sight—
not just of stars, but of my own spark,
dimmed to a whisper,
curled in the dark.
Still, something in me waits.
Not hope… but hunger.
A quiet throb beneath the ache—
the need to wake,
to surface,
to break.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 10:37 PM UTC
Today would be seven years.
Of course, no longer—
it’s already over.
Still, I wonder—
did you remember?
I almost forgot,
until the memory startled me
two days ago.
And honestly,
it was just a normal day.
I felt nothing different.
Did you?
Were we supposed to feel something?
Was I?
Sometimes it feels so distant—
like it never happened.
Sometimes it feels
like you were my whole life.
I’m sorry
for loving you too much.
They say love sets you free.
But when you love too much,
it cages you instead.
I caged myself
inside a recollection,
a memory,
a ghost of us.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
No time to carry the weight of their hate,
No space to kindle bitterness within.
Here I stand, wrapped in my wounds.
No words to unravel who I am,
No need to cleanse the stains of their judgment.
Here I linger, lost in my confusion.
No understanding do I seek from souls,
No gaze of sympathy do I crave.
It’s only me and the chaos I kept.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC