beneath the weight:
i dont want to feel anymore
not this ache that drags my bones to dust,
not the suffocating hands that clutch my throat,
or the hollow scream buried in my chest.
ive tried. god, ive tried.
to wear the masks, to paint on the smiles,
to be what they need, what they demand.
but every word they speak strips me bare,
another piece of me sold to survive.
do they know what its like?
to choke on your own silence?
to be a ghost in your own skin?
a puppet that moves just because its told?
i am a marionette,
my strings pulled by their dreams,
their hopes, their endless demands.
and im tired. so goddamn tired.
i carry their weight
the weight of who im supposed to be,
the weight of their endless expectations
and its crushing me.
i dont want to feel this.
i dont want to feel anything.
because if i feel, ill drown in it,
and the water is already at my neck.
so let it be numb. let it be quiet.
let the cold set in until nothings left.
because living up to them is a death of its own,
and im already halfway there.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Puisitrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
