#internalbattles
She left crumbs along her trail hoping no one's left astray
She forgot just where she put them and has lost her ******* way
A savior to the people
A hazard to herself
She thought losing all her essence
Might get her trophies on her shelf
A **** for recognition but programmed to just do the right thing
She wishes she was heartless
Empathy ******* stings
But she left breadcrumbs on her trail
Hoping maybe somebody would follow
Does she crave a lover
Or is she just that ******* shallow?
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 6:21 PM UTC
_Reflective tears_— but none fall.
Glass-stained eyes, holding back
a flood that forgot how to break.
The walls pit inward— tightening
like regret, closing in like the hole
in my heart.
Hurt me again— my mind almost
begs for it; not for the pain—but
for the proof I still feel.
Cracked knuckles answer what
cracked thoughts can't say.
A fractured mental frame
held together by restraint.
I want to cry, but as I reach for the
memory of it, the tears don’t come—
Just the hollow ache of forgetting
how to let go in that way.
_It be like that some days..._
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC