Once, the weight was all I knew,
shadows clung where light once grew.

The path was set, the steps were sure,
then fate struck hard-no open door.
The ground I knew was stripped away,
and I was left to learn the gray.

Silence hummed where voices fell,
echoes trapped in hollow shell.
Footsteps wandered, never far,
circles drawn in falling stars.

Then-just a glance, a sound, a spark,
a shift, a crack within the dark.
Not fate, not fire, not something new,
just proof the sky could still be blue.

Not a promise, not a chain,
not an end to what remains,
but air enough to breathe again,
and space to stand beneath the rain.

I drifted long, unsure, alone,
lost in places once my own.
But now a path begins to gleam,
not what was, but something seen.

I wake up lost, my mind is split,
pieces gone,I can’t find it.

I don’t mean harm, but harm is done,
I speak, I act, then comes the flood.

The truth is bent, but never fake,
I don’t remember my mistakes.

Then consequences crash like waves,
I drown in all the mess I’ve made.

I lose myself, I lose control,
I never mean it, but I know.

I was drowning in silence, too tired to fight,
A ghost in the mirror, fading from sight.
The weight of the world crushed into my chest,
I begged for an ending, I needed to rest.

Then love reached for me, warm and bright,
Hands on my face, pulling me into the light.
It filled me with laughter, it taught me to breathe,
It stitched up my wounds, then it chose to leave.

Now I stand here, alive but not whole,
A stranger inside this borrowed soul.
Love made me happy, love set me free,
But love is gone,who the hell is me?

I don’t know what I am or what makes me whole,
I only see through this hollow hole.
The hole of an empty tunnel, cold and black,
No way forward, no way back.

So here’s my goodbye, whispered, unheard,
No touch, no name, no final word.
I belong to no one, I fade like the sea,
Love is gone—gone is me

I climbed to her heaven,
hands bruised, heart bare.
She watched, untouched,
then vanished-thin air.

The steps collapsed,
love turned to farewell.
She rose to the light,
I plunged into hell.

The voices say your name.
Or is it me?
Is it you?
Or is it me?

I can’t tell anymore.
All I know is they won’t stop.
And neither will you.
Or me.

I am empty.
And I don’t mean it metaphorically,
or poetically,
or romantically,
or in any other way you like to dress it up.

I am empty.
Straight up.

Unreciprocated love took everything.
And there’s nothing left.

There once was a boy, good and kind,
A hollow heart, a muted mind.
No laughter, no tears, no joy to give,
A quiet life he chose to live.

He waited long for love to find,
A spark to wake his frozen mind.
And one day, she appeared,so bright,
She filled his shadows full of light.

Her smile, a sunrise, burned away
The empty haze of every day.
She spoke, and colors filled the air,
He felt alive, she placed them there.

But love, unspoken, takes its toll,
She left, and ripped apart his soul.
She didn’t see the life she’d made,
She walked away; he watched her fade.

Now darkness clouds his every thought,
A love so pure, but all for naught.
Betrayed by hope, abandoned by grace,
His hollow heart’s a darker place.

In that void, a voice did call,
A velvet whisper through it all:
“Let’s make a deal, a bond, a dance,
I’ll give you peace, just take my hand.”

No faith remained, no trust, no plea,
Just endless night, a vast, dark sea.
And so, he bowed to the devil’s charm,
And took his hand with no alarm.

Together they waltzed through shadows deep,
The boy, the devil, the secrets they keep.
No heaven, no light, no stars above,
Just endless dark o god o no