
Iβm tired of the silence.
Tired of hearing the same words
my mind keeps spinning
like a broken tape
haunted by the echo of absence.
I yearn for companionship,
but sometimes I wonderβ¦
is that really what my heart wants,
or just what my loneliness dressed up in fantasy?
My head crafts scenarios,
full of scenes I never lived,
moments I never had β
and somehow convinces me
that Iβm missing out on something.
I donβt even know what.
But it hurts.
Iβm scared.
Iβm walking blind through uncharted territory,
and my mental healthβ¦
is already paying the price.
All this time,
all this energy,
wasted on someone
who never even looked in my direction.
I always choose the ones who donβt choose me.
And somehow,
my mind lies β
paints a picture that keeps me going,
pulls me in like a drug.
Hooked on hope,
high on illusions,
and thenβ¦
everything falls apart.
Again.

























