Words swirl around me,
beautiful yet hollow.
They dance on the edge of my lips,
but they can never touch the depths of this chaos.
Feelings tumble like leaves in a storm,
wild and reckless, with no place to land.
Iâm a tangle of thoughts,
a shattered reflection.
The mirror offers nothing but a face I donât recognize,
lost in the ruins of what once felt like me.
I reach out, but the air is thick,
each breath a reminder of the weight I carry,
the burden of a heart that feels too heavy to lift.
Time drips like rain, slow and cruel,
each droplet a reminder of the light I canât grasp.
I used to chase hope like a flickering flame,
but now I stand in the ashes of my dreams,
watching the colors die in silence.
Trying feels like a distant echo,
I move, I act, but the colors bleed away.
The world is a canvas, but mine is gray,
painted with shadows.
And in this space, I find nothing,
only the haunting whispers of what was.
Hope was a flicker, a candle in the dark,
but the winds of fate let it die.
Now, I wander through my mind,
each step echoing, each thought a reminder,
of the laughter that used to fill this place,
now replaced by a haunting silence.
Words, beautiful words, a cruel mask I wear,
unable to feel this feeling
Iâm not just a mess,
Iâm a labyrinth of pain,
a testament to battles lost in the depths of night.
And here I remain, caught in this storm,
wondering if Iâll ever find my way home