My hand was held so I wouldn't be lost. But somewhere in the holding, something else got lost. The grip got too tight, started to hurt “You are imagining it”...
I'm tired I'm tired of explaining every thought i speak I'm tired of proving under these bones i breathe So tired of clarifying with every blink just so I'm seen...
Rooms where I struggled to breathe are quieter now Temperature’s a bit colder But lighting is better somehow Here outside, the air is heavier But at least finally mine No...
It’s okay if you don’t see the path ahead, or know where everyone went. Don’t be afraid to get a little lost— keep walking, even if it’s just you and...
What does it mean— to belong? Is it the connection you feel in every bond? The way you define yourself in things and places—like a song? Or is it when...
Hopes, scattered across the floor, a sink full of dreams. I want to clean up, but I don't have any energy left in me. I start each day wishing things...
You stay open when every fiber of your being screams to shut down. You know no one’s coming— no soft voice, no saving hand— and still, you let yourself drown....
I played it in my mind a thousand times before. But what actually happened was not even remotely close. I sat there quietly but I was not in my body....