Silent Storm

The hurt is heavy.

The pain, it stays.

A numbness grows,

I can’t escape it.

I walk this life alone,

hope shattered,

broken beyond repair.

Anger, without reason.

I fight myself.

Round after round.

Some days, I wish for the end.

Shadows weigh me down,

fury rising,

my own enemy.

I try to heal,

but the wounds are too deep.

My friends are lost,

believing peace comes in silence.

Someday I will escape,

thinking death will bring relief.


But within me,
a storm brews,

chaos hidden in the quiet.

How much longer can I stand?

Memories of joy feel distant.

The shadows linger,

while joy hides,

too afraid to speak.

I can’t seem to fix what’s broken.

I am a storm,

rain falling,

dark skies all I know.

I wish I could see the effort,

to trust myself again.

My thoughts cut sharp,

whispers of failure,

you’re not enough.

Every choice feels wrong,

like I’ll never be enough,

even for me.

I’d disappear,

erase this life,

escape the fear.

Wish to be light,

beautiful, free.

But the mirror lies,

reflecting my flaws.

It’s hard to live

when you can’t look at yourself.

Every day, I wonder

how much would I miss

if I stepped away?

The pull to the edge

grows stronger with every tear.

How much longer

can I hold on,

before I fade away?