I don't know what I'm feeling today.
Am I lonely? Sad? Or just purely empty?
My heart feels hollow,
my mind and body—numb.
Yet my heart, it still beats,
quietly aching for something I can't name.
I want to cry, but no tears come out.
Sometimes I'm not even sad,
but the sadness suddenly finds me—
and I break, quietly,
tears falling in silence
as if I'm scared the world will hear
how fragile I've become.
Maybe it's insecurity,
or maybe it's the fear of being alone.
Sometimes, even after a happy day,
darkness sneaks in like a storm,
and the weight of the world
falls on my shoulders—
so heavy that breathing feels like fighting.
It feels like a giant bear is hugging me—
tight, heavy,
blocking the sun.
I'm trapped in its arms,
in a place that's cold and dim,
where hope feels far
and the future feels like a fog I can't walk through.
But not always.
There are days when I see the light—
the weather turns kind,
the sky burns blue.
The world feels light,
and I feel proud,
because despite everything,
despite the tears I hide in silence—
I'm still here.
Still breathing.
Still trying.