It’s almost impossible to voice this torment—
This suffocating dread, this endless chasm inside me.
Yes, to those who see me,
I’m the effervescent, radiant girl,
But beneath that mask,
A different truth festers, raw and aching.

What I feel is an all-consuming emptiness—
A desolate hollowness that gnaws at my bones.
Imagine this:
Sitting by the window,
The rain slashing the world outside,
And in that moment,
You ache to cry—
Not just to weep, but to let the storm consume you
And wash away the silence in your heart.

The wind, biting and relentless,
Sweeps over me like a cold, indifferent caress,
A sharp, stinging touch that is somehow comforting—
It’s as if the universe itself is holding me,
But in its cold embrace,
I feel the weight of its isolation.
Above, the thunder cracks like a wild, anguished scream,
A roar that says,
“I love you”—
But no matter how fiercely it howls,
It fails to reach the numbness that clutches at my soul,
That endless ache that nothing can soothe.