
03/11/2024
In the quiet of my mind, a storm brews loud,
I stand on the edge, beneath a weighty cloud.
Life’s tangled threads pull tighter each day,
And hope seems to slip further away.
Family voices echo, sharp and cold,
Arguments that leave my spirit worn and old.
They don’t see the cracks that deepen inside,
Or the silent tears I’ve struggled to hide.
Every breath feels heavy, every step a chore,
I’ve carried this burden, but can’t anymore.
A whisper that pleads, despite all the pain.
But as each hour stretches into despair,