Galaxystar
Wellknown Ace
I trace the outline of silence,
where words should have lived,
where comfort should have stayed.
The air tastes heavy,
and I wonder if I will ever
breathe without the weight again.
I whisper into the stillness,
trying to believe in healing,
but the echoes remind me
of every door that closed
before I reached it.
My heart is feeling broke,
not in a way that screams,
but in the quiet way
a window cracks,
spider lines spreading,
threatening to shatter
with just one touch.
I hold myself together
with trembling hands,
promising tomorrow will be lighter,
even if tonight I drown.
where words should have lived,
where comfort should have stayed.
The air tastes heavy,
and I wonder if I will ever
breathe without the weight again.
I whisper into the stillness,
trying to believe in healing,
but the echoes remind me
of every door that closed
before I reached it.
My heart is feeling broke,
not in a way that screams,
but in the quiet way
a window cracks,
spider lines spreading,
threatening to shatter
with just one touch.
I hold myself together
with trembling hands,
promising tomorrow will be lighter,
even if tonight I drown.