the quiet collapse

Some days feel heavier than others.
This isn’t a cry for help. It’s just a moment I needed to write down, to keep from drowning in silence.
If it resonates, you’re not alone.

✨✨✨✨✨

And I walk on.
Step by step.
Seemingly unphased.

I’m not breaking under your eyes.
I’m already broken inside.

I don’t share my most fragile thoughts.
Not anymore.
They only go out
to those who matter.

And it looks like everything
is the way it always was.
Music.
Poetry.
A smile here, laughter there.
A sarcastic comment.
A naughty wink.

But inside?
It’s chaos.
A storm
that rains out of my eyes.

I need.
You.
I need you
but I don’t dare admit it.
What if someone sees my neediness
and takes it for something else?

So I sit alone
with the heaviness in my mind.

I want to escape.
Feel less.
Give up.

I want
to give up.

If I wasn’t here?
If I was never there?

But I walk on.
Put on the mask.
Pretend I’m alright.

You
you were the only one
allowed to see
the broken fragments of me.

You’re not there.

And I will fade
into thin air.

Imploded.
Exploded.
Drowning
in all the things
I never say.

And still
I walk on.