Fragments of Thought

Unspoken Sorrows

Here I stand, torn between being and nothing, a soul drift in a sea of suffocating thoughts,

What if my silence was the truth I couldn’t say?

What if my heart’s ache is the only thing I know to keep?

What would I say if they asked me who I am?

If the world could hear my voice, would they even understand? I carry a weight that’s never seen, A pain too deep to share, too sharp to feel clean. I wish, oh how I wish, I were never born – a soul too broken to be scorned, if hands of fate could turn their course, perhaps I’d never have felt this force, this constant ache that gnaws within, a battle lost I could never win.

I envy those whose lives were cut short, their silence, a peace I never sought, I wonder if, beneath the soil, they sleep, unaware of the darkness I can’t escape, a torment I’m bound to endure, yet never strong enough to be sure. I wish for a day where skies are clear, where my body feels light and free from fear, where sleep isn’t an escape, but a comfort I long to embrace, where the weight of tomorrow doesn’t break my chest, where for once, I can finally rest.

I’ve asked for guidance from the sky that’s cold, from a god whose promises have grown old,

What am I supposed to feel when life feels like a lie?

When no answers come, and I don’t know why. They say suffering shapes the soul, but if this is the purpose, it’s taking a toll.

How much longer can I carry this pain? How long before my heart cracks again?
I wish I could speak the words I feel inside, but fear locks them away, where they cannot hide, and so I stand, in silence, with no relief in sight, a soul lost in darkness, unable to find the light.

I don’t want to die, but I can’t stand to live, caught in a war that has nothing left to give, I long for a moment of peace so pure, a life where I don’t have to endure, but the night drags on, with no end in view, and I wonder, will the dawn ever break through?

I don’t know to heal, or if I ever will, but beneath the weight, there’s still a will, even in this endless fight, a flicker of hope remains in the night, for as long as I breathe, as long as I feel, I hold on to the fragile chance to heal.