Authored: July 7, 2025

On the verge of collapse
I want to scream, I want to fall apart
There is nobody to count on
Sometimes, I feel I can't count on myself
I want to be validated, even if it's by one person
Again
Again
Even writing itself loses its meaning if it's done.

Again
Again
Empty
The black hole receding in my chest
Round and round and round
I just want to get out
Even if it's scary
I really want to be free 
I really do. 

My fingers are cold, my ears are blocked 
The dizziness takes over my head, my vision blurry
But no tears
No
Not them
Not yet.