I write for the one who pulled me from the darkness,
Whose presence we kept hidden,
A secret shared only between the shadows,
Invisible to all, but etched into our souls.
We no longer speak,
Yet you will always live in the corners of my mind,
Even if you’ve forgotten the girl who once knew your name.
To be honest,
......
I know someday the person this poem is meant for will read it,
but frankly, I no longer care.
They were merciless,
leaving scars that will never fade.
They took everything I cherished,
the very things they knew were my foundation.
They belittled my emotions,
called me dramatic, told me I was overthinking.
But I knew better.
I knew I wasn’t the problem.
......
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:
......
"Panic attack," they say.
Is this it?
I whisper, my voice shaking.
I know it’s just in my head,
Everything’s fine.
But then, my heart races—
A drum I can’t outrun.
I flee to the bathroom,
Lock myself in a stall,
......
I feel like I’m losing my mind, though I know I’m not.
No one believes me when I say I’m drowning in hopelessness,
like I’ve been shattered into a million pieces.
It’s like I’m at war—fighting alone,
outnumbered by a sea of people,
knowing I’m not going to win,
but still trying,
because a tiny spark of hope refuses to die.
I’m begging—pleading—with those who know my story
......
Today, I braced myself to get through,
Waiting for two new cats to soothe—
Two lives to fill the empty space,
And calm the ache I can't erase.
As melodies played soft and clear,
I scrolled through my phone, drawing near.
In a glance, the world flew fast,
Like wind that blows and cannot last.
......
I will not grant that I yet remember thy scent,
Nor that thy smile once was bright as day.
I will not grant that I recall our first embrace,
The first kiss, the first confession.
I mind it all, but to speak it, I refuse.
Many have said:
"Thou dost seek in each new man the shade of him,"
And though it be true,
......
I strive with all myn might to still the call,
For love that once was deep, now turned to thrall.
I gave thee all, yet thou didst trample me,
And scorned mine heart, with no pity to see.
I fight to hold my wrath from thee,
That thou might feel the weight o' mine agony.
I turn mine eyes from likenesses we made,
For they bring naught but sorrow, pale and fade.
......
"Panic attack," they say.
Is this it?
I whisper, my voice shaking.
I know it’s just in my head,
Everything’s fine.
But then, my heart races—
A drum I can’t outrun.
I flee to the bathroom,
Lock myself in a stall,
......
I write for the one who pulled me from the darkness,
Whose presence we kept hidden,
A secret shared only between the shadows,
Invisible to all, but etched into our souls.
We no longer speak,
Yet you will always live in the corners of my mind,
Even if you’ve forgotten the girl who once knew your name.
To be honest,
......