I've bled enough for faces that forgot my name,
Their echoes still haunt my quiet hours.
No close bonds — no ties that pull me back,
I'm trying to sever my strings to the world.
They don't see the world I see —
Where light feels like another lie,
And joy flickers only to vanish,
Leaving me with the shadows that stay.
Happy endings never felt real;
Tragedies make more sense — they last.
The silence hurts louder than screams,
And I keep dancing with my despair,
Like memory itself is my cage.
Suicidal thoughts visit like guests uninvited,
Sitting beside me in the dark.
But I don't want to die —
I just want to breathe again,
To feel the world without flinching.
Tell me,
Is this healing… or another prison
Dressed as hope?