An older poem I wrote in my deepest of spirals.
I am not okay, I’ve lost my way, I tell myself I’ll heal someday. But years have passed, and still, I find, These heavy thoughts won’t leave my mind.
They whisper things I shouldn’t hear, Filling my heart with doubt and fear. I’m tired of feeling lost inside, Of fighting battles I can’t hide.
I stay for those who truly care, Yet loneliness is always there. It lingers close, it never leaves, A shadow pulling at my sleeves.
I ask myself—why am I this way? Why can’t the dark just fade away? Maybe joy’s not meant for me, Just pain and endless misery.
I try to lie, to push it down, But all it does is watch me drown. Each day I lose, they take control, These thoughts that tear apart my soul.
And yet, despite the pain I bear, Through all of this—I'm still here.
