A heavy hush, a hollow sound,
The world still turns, but I am drowned.
Each breath I take, a distant shore,
A fading wish to fight no more.
The sky once blue now hangs in grey,
My sun has long since slipped away.
I wear a smile, a practiced lie,
While storms rage silent in my eye.
The voices whisper, soft and low,
“You’ve had enough, just let it go.”
I trace the edge where shadows creep,
A lullaby that sings of sleep.
They say, “Hold on,” but never see
The weight that’s crushing down on me.
I’m tired of roads that loop and bend,
Of healing wounds that never mend.
And if I fall, just let me be—
A wilted branch from a broken tree.
Not every soul can learn to swim
When oceans rise from deep within.