#silent collapse

VS

Jacket’s Idea Of Love

I’m tired in a way that sleep can’t fix.

Not just heavy eyes — it’s in my chest,

in my bones,

in the space where hope used to echo.

I keep showing up.

Keep moving.

Because what else is there?

No pause button.

No soft place to land.

Just more noise, more weight,

more people needing things I don’t have left to give.

I used to have a spark—

dreams, plans, maybe even joy.

Now it’s just routine,

held together with deep breaths and caffeine.

I’m broken.

Just… emptied out.

Like a house with the lights still on,

but no one home.

I don’t need saving.

I just need

a moment.

A silence.