A sad feeling that can't be
A shadow lingers where light won't dare,
A weight of nothing, hanging in the air.
It whispers truths that cannot be,
A sadness carved from memory.
No name, no shape, no sound, no sight,
Yet still it trembles in the night.
A ghost of feelings left unmade,
A tear that falls but won't cascade.
Divine Figure
Such a divine figure in the setting sun,
Her silhouette framed where the day comes undone.
Words like blam, soft and sincere,
Each note of her voice a melody clear.
Her care wrapped the coldest corners of night,
A warmth so fleeting, yet achingly right.
And though she stood with her heart aglow,
I knew a truth I dared not show.
For we were only friends, if not strangers at best,
Two paths diverging, no time to rest.
Still, her presence remains, like the sun's last rays-
Brief, but eternal in memory's haze.
Feeling of decay and regret
A creeping rot beneath the skin,
The quiet toll of buried sin.
Each hour fades, a ghost of me,
A hollow shell where life should be.
Regret, a shadow that clings too tight,
Gnawing the edges of fading light.
The past, a wound that will not seal,
A bitter truth I cannot heal.
I watch the days dissolve like clay,
Each breath a step toward slow decay.
Yet still I linger, bound to this-
A graveyard built of what I miss.
Suicidal but wanting to live
I stand at the edge, a breath away,
A whispering void, calling to stay.
Its voice is soft, a cruel disguise,
Yet tears still burn behindmy eyes.
A part of me longs for the endless rest,
A quiet escape from this heacy chest.
But deeper still, a flicker remains,
Astubborn spaek defying the chains.
I crave the dawn, the warmth of its hue,
The taste of rain, the sky's endless blue.
To hold the world, though it crushes my hands,
To fight for a life I don't understand.
So here I linger, caught in the between,
Two warring hearts, two fractured dreams.
One reaching for life, one longing to die,
But I choose the fight, though I don't know why.
A fog sets in over the hills as I plan my demise
A fog sets in over the hills,
A shroud that quiets the world and stills.
The trees stand mure, their branches bare,
The weight of silence thick in the air.
I sit alone where the shadows creep,
And cradle thoughts too dark, too deep.
Each breath I take feels borrowed, frayed,
A fleeting ghost of plans I've made.
The fog, it whispers, soft and low,
"Let go, let go, there's peace below."
But somewhere beyond, a bird takes flight,
A fragile beacon in fading light.
I linger, torn, as the mist surrounds,
Between the pull of sky and ground.
A choice not made, a life on hold,
The fog hides answers still untold.
No longer feeling
No longer feeling, no longer whole,
A hollow echo where once was soul.
The world moves on in muted tones,
A faded script carved into bones.
No joy, no pain, no love, no hate,
Just endless hours, an empty state.
The heart beats still, but not for me,
A clock unwound, set adrift at sea.
I watch the days like passing streams,
Detached from life, adrift in dreams.
A shadow of who I used to be,
No longer feeling, no longer free.
Yet somewhere faint, a quiet plea,
A whisper of what I could once see.
Perhaps, in time, the ice will thaw,
And feeling will return with all its flaw.
I was only temporary
I was only temporary, a fleeting spark,
A comet's tail that left no mark.
A chapter written, then erased,
A whispered name that time displaced.
I stood in shadows, never seen,
A ghost between the spaces, keen.
A smile that never reached the eyes,
A hreat that beat beneath disguise.
I was the pause between the lines,
The unsung verse, The silent chimes.
A moment's grace, then gone from view,
A story told, but not by you.
Yet in the quiet, I remain,
A trace of joy, a hint of pain.
For though I was but passing through,
I left a piece of me with you.
It hurts, now that you're gone
It hurts, now that you're gone,
A silence where your laughter shone.
The echoes of your voice still play,
A haunting tune that fades away.
The chair you sat in stands alone,
A vacant space hwere love had grown.
The pictures smile, but eyes are dim,
A world that's lost without your hymn.
I reach for you in empty air,
A touch, a word, a whispered prayer.
But all that's left is aching deep,
A wound that time refuses to keep.
Yet in the pain, your memory stays,
A light that guides through darkest days.
Though you're not here, you're in my heart,
A love that death cannot depart.
A soulmate that wasn't meant to be
We met as strangers, yet felt so known,
A bond that bloomed, yet couldn't be sown.
Our souls entwined in whispered grace,
But time and fate set separate pace.
In your eyes, I saw my home,
Yet paths diverged, and I walked alone.
A love that burned but couldn't stay,
A soulmate found, then led away.
We danced in dreams, but woke apart,
Two halves of one, yet not the start.
A feelting touch, a passing glance,
A love that never had its chance.
Yet in my heart, your echo stays,
A melody that softly plays.
A soulmate lost, but not erased,
A love that time could not replace.
Lost memories of you
The fragments of you slip through my mind,
Like whispers of light I can't seem to find.
A face, a laugh, a fleeting scene,
Now blurred, like dreams that might have been.
I reachfor moments lost in time,
For echoes faint, for thoughts sublime.
But the years have turned them into haze,
A fading glow of brighter days.
Were your eyes the color of autumn's end?
Did your voice rise soft, or sharply bend?
The edges fray, the center dims,
Your melody lost in forgotten hymns.
Still, I feel you in the quite air,
In spaces where your touch was rare.
Though memories fade, you linger near,
A ghost of love I hold so dear.
Another addiction
Another addiction, a familiar weight,
A fleeting thrill I can't abate.
It whispers sweet, it pulls me near,
A siren's call I've come to fear.
The first was soft, a gentle haze,
A spark that grew to burning blaze.
The next was cruel, it sank its claws,
Left me trembling, riddled with flaws.
Now this one smiles, it feels so kind,
A gentle thief that steals my mind.
It fills the void, it numbs the pain,
But leaves me empty once again.
I trade my soul for moments brief,
A cycle spun from want and grief.
Another addiction, another chain,
Another storm I can't contain.
Yet somewhere faint, a voice breaks through,
A glimmer of a life I knew.
But for now, I'm here, I've lost my fight-
Another addiction owns me tonight.
Veil of silence
A veil of silence drapes the air,
A fragile weight, too much to bear.
It whispers not, it speaks no sound,
Yet binds the heart, leaves souls unwound.
Between the words we dared not say,
Lies the chasm where we stray.
A quiet vast, a gulf too wide,
Where truths and fears and dreams reside.
I reach across, but touch the void,
The stillness aching, yet employed.
A shield, a mask, a soft disguise,
To hide the tears behind our eyes.
This veil of silence, thick and cold,
Keeps secrets we can't dare unfold.
Yet through the stillness, I still see,
The echoes of what we could be.
Faded fragments
Faded fragments, scattered, torn,
Pieces of a life well-worn.
A broken mirror, dim with dust,
Reflections warped, betrayed by rust.
I reach for moments, sharp and clear,
But time has blurred what once was near.
A laugh, a touch, a fleeting smile,
Now drifts beyond the grasp of miles.
The colors fade, the edges fray,
Memories slipping day by day.
Eachshard a whisper, soft and low,
Of what I was, of what I know.
Yet even as they draft from sight,
They leave behind a softer light.
A quiet glow, a tender pain,
To remind me what still remains.
Sinking hole in my chest
A sinking hole lies in my chest,
An endless void, a place of rest.
It swallows hope, it drains the light,
A constant ache, both day and night.
No hands can fill, no voice console,
The ever-growing, gaping hole.
It pulls me down, it keeps me still,
A weight that bends my sshattered will.
I scream, but silence answers back,
The world a blur in shades of black.
This hollow place, my cruelest guest,
A sinking hole within my chest.
Yet somewhere deep, a faint refrain,
A fragile echo fights the pain.
Though I am broken, bruised, and torn,
Perhaps I'll rise where hope is born.
You're a little tragedy, aren't you?
You're a little tragedy, aren't you?
A quiet storm the world can't view.
A smile that cracks, a laugh that fades,
A masterpiece in broken shades.
You carry grief like it's your crown,
A silent king who won't back down.
Your eyes hold tales you'll never tell,
A secret dance with your own hell.
Each step you take, fragile fall,
A balancing act to hide it all.
Bau I can see beneath your guise,
The heavy weight behind your eyes.
You're a little tragedy, soft and small,
A fleeting flame destined to fall.
Yet in your wreckage, beauty grows,
A wilted rose that still bestows.
My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me as I see myself
My biggest fear, a quiet plea,
Is that you'll see the truth of me.
The cracks I hide beneath the light,
The shadowed edges of my fight.
You see a spark, a steady flame,
A soul untouched by guilt or shame.
But beneath the mask, the chaos stirs,
A voice that whispers crueler words.
I fear your gaze will pierce my veil,
That you'll uncover where I fail.
And in your eyes, once warm and kind,
Reflections of my broken mind.
For if you see me as I do,
Will love remain, of bid adieu?
My biggest fear, the darkest part,
Is losing you to my own heart.
My biggest fear is being forgotten
My biggest fear, a quiet dread,
Is fading when my time has fled.
A name erased, a face unclaimed,
A story lost, a soul unnamed.
Will echoes of me linger here,
Or canish swift, year after year?
Will those I love still speak my name,
Ot will the winds consume my flame?
I build, I write, I try to stay,
To leave a mark that won't decay.
Yet time, a thief, takes all I've sown,
Reducing me to dust and bone.
But in one heart, if I remain,
A fleeting thought, a gentle pain-
Then I'll have lived, I'll still belong,
A shadow soft, though time moves on.
My biggest fear is being forgotten (darker)
My biggest fear, a creeping dread,
Is vanishing as if I'm dead.
No mark, no trace, no lasting sound,
A life erased, no tether found.
The world moves on, it always will,
Forgets the void it chose to fill.
I scream, but silence answers back,
A shadow swallowed by the black.
What am I, if not a name?
A fleeting ghost without a flame.
The thought of fading eats my core,
To be unmade, and nothing more.
Let the stars fall, let oceans dry,
But let me stay when I must die.
For worse than death is this decree:
To be forgotten-eternally.
Forgotten
Forgotten-like whispers lost in wind,
A fading echo where life begins.
A name that lingers, then slips away,
A shadow erased by the light of day.
Once, I burned with fierce, bright flame,
But time has stolen even my name.
No trace remains, no voice recalls,
Just silence where my memory falls.
The world forgets, as it always will,
The hearts once beating, now cold and still.
And I am nothing, a fleeting shade,
A ghost of the life I could not have stayed.
No one will mourn, no tears will flow,
For a soul they never thought to know.
Forgotten-I vanish, without a sound,
Lost to the void, where none are found.
Lust
Lust, a fire that burns too bright,
A fleeting ache in the dead of night.
It calls with whispers, soft and sweet,
A dangerous rhythm, a quickened beat.
It steals my mind, it bends my will,
A hollow hunger I can't quite fill.
It's not for love, It's not for care,
But for the heat of skin laid bare.
Like liquid gold, it courses through,
A poison dressed in tempting hue.
Yet when it fades, it leaves me cold,
A fleeting thrill, a story untold.
Still, I chase it, again, again,
A guilty pleasure, a phantom's grin.
For though it's hollow, I still pursue,
This endless lust that feels so true.
Waiting for nothing
I sit in stillness, time moves slow,
A clock that ticks but doesn't show.
The hours stretch, the days decay,
Yet nothing comes to light my way.
I wait for whispers, for signs, for peace,
But silence grows, and doubts increase.
The world goes on; I stand apart,
A hollow ache inside my heart.
No answers come, no path appears,
Just empty winds and growing fears.
The weight of waiting wears me thin,
A battle lost I cannot win.
For what I seek will never be,
An endless void, a fruitless plea.
I'm waiting for nothing, lost in the gray,
A prisoner of time that slips away.
Waiting for nothing (darker)
I sit in shadows, a hollow gaze,
Counting the hours, losing the days.
The air feels heavy, the silence screams,
A prison built of broked dreams.
Emotions swirl, a raging tide,
Hope and despair sit side by side.
Regret carves wounds too deep to heal,
A constant weight I can't conceal.
Promises made, now dust in the air,
Ghostly whispers that lead to despair.
They taunt, they echo, they twist and turn,
Filling the void where my heart should burn.
The voices rise, their chorus grim,
A siren song that pulls me in.
"Why wait?" they ask, "Why fight, why stay?
Let go, let slip, just drift away."
But even in darkness, I hold the pain,
Clutching it tight as if to remain.
For waiting for nothing may break my soul,
But surrendering fully-I'll never be whole.
-No title-
Emotions churn, a storm inside,
A raging sea I cannot hide.
I'm lost within, no path to see,
A broken soul, a fractured me.
Regret seeps in, its shadow cold,
A story unfinished, a truth untold.
The weight of choices, the cost of lies,
A constant ache that never dies.
Promises made, now left undone,
Dreams dissolved with the setting sun.
A future lost, a life betrayed,
By words unkept, by plans delayed.
And in the quiet, the voices creep,
Through cracks where shadows love to seep.
They whisper low, they plead, they call,
"End the pain, just end it all."
Yet somewhere faint, a flicker remains,
A fragile thread amid the chains.
But for now, I sit, the echoes near,
Bound by the weight of love and fear.
Struggle of being suicidal
It claws at me, this unseen beast,
A hunger that begs for my final feast.
Its whispers echol, sharp and low,
Promising peace where nothing grows.
Each breath I take feels like a theft,
A debt unpaid, with nothing left.
The mirror cracks beneath my stare,
A stranger's face, a hollow glare.
The weight is crushing, done to dust,
A battle fought without the trust
Of light or hope, of love or grace-
Only the dark, its cold embrace.
The voices scream, they taunt, they sing,
"End it now, escape the sting."
But in their song, a crueler snare:
The fear of nothing waiting there.
And yet I fight, though I don't know why,
Each day I wake, I want to die.
But still, I stay, trapped in this hell,
A war within I cannot quell.
If I break, will silence fall?
Or will the dark consume it all?
For now, I linger, a fragile thread,
Half-alive and almost dead.
Cigarettes
A cigarette burns, a fleeting spark,
A tiny glow against the dark.
With every drag, the embers rise,
A fragile fire that slowly dies.
The smoke curls up, a ghostly dance,
A fleeting haze, a second chance.
It fills my lungs, it clouds my mind,
A moment’s peace I’ll never find.
Each stick, a friend, a foe, a chain,
A quiet partner in my pain.
It soothes the ache, it calms the tide,
Yet digs the grave where I’ll reside.
The ash falls soft, like dreams undone,
A countdown to the setting sun.
But still, I light another flame,
A slow destruction I can’t name.
And as the smoke fades into air,
I wonder if it’s worth the wear.
Yet here I sit, a cigarette near,
Trading moments to disappear.
Feeling vacant, empty, lost in the void
I am a hollow, an empty shell,
A ghost alive in a private hell.
No thoughts to think, no dreams to keep,
Just endless echoes, dark and deep.
The world moves on; I stand apart,
A nameless void, a missing heart.
The air feels thick, the silence loud,
Lost in the void, unseen by the crowd.
No tether, no anchor, no guiding light,
Just fading hues of black and white.
I reach, but nothing meets my hand,
Just shifting shadows and sinking sand.
I am a vacuum, a space erased,
A life unlived, a time misplaced.
Empty, vacant, a soul destroyed,
Forever drifting, lost in the void.
Pathetic
Pathetic, the word burns like a brand,
A scar etched deep by my own hand.
A mirror reflects what I despise,
The trembling mask, the hollow eyes.
Every stumble, every fall,
A quiet anthem, I hear it call.
The voice inside, sharp and cruel,
Turning my heart into its tool.
Pathetic—it's carved into my name,
A shadow that clings, a constant shame.
I wear it well, like second skin,
A battle fought I’ll never win.
But who decides what worth I hold?
This fragile body, this heart so cold.
Perhaps it's me who feeds the flame,
Who wears the weight, who owns the blame.
Pathetic—I spit it out, let it die,
A fleeting word, a venomous lie.
For though I bend, I will not break,
Even if all I am feels fake.
Vacant eyes
Vacant eyes, windows to the void,
Once filled with dreams, now destroyed.
A hollow stare, no spark, no flame,
A silent witness, without a name.
The world reflects, but doesn’t reach,
A lesson lost no voice could teach.
They see, but don’t—they’re far away,
A muted dusk, no trace of day.
What do they hide, what do they mourn?
What pieces lost, what soul forlorn?
No tears will fall, no words arise,
Just endless depths in vacant eyes.
And yet they haunt, a fragile plea,
A broken glimpse of what could be.
A story untold, a heart confined,
A fading light, a fractured mind.
Vacant eyes, so hard to bear,
A quiet scream trapped in a stare.
They linger still, though life has flown,
A shadow's mark, forever shown.
Vacant soul
A vacant soul, hollowed and bare,
Wandering lost in empty air.
No spark to burn, no flame to guide,
Just endless echoes trapped inside.
The weight of nothing, a silent ache,
A tethered ghost I cannot shake.
Each step I take feels out of place,
A fleeting shadow, erased in space.
The pieces that made me whole are gone,
Scattered like leaves at the break of dawn.
What’s left is numb, a quiet despair,
A shell that breathes but isn’t there.
I search for meaning, grasp at straws,
But find only void, with all its flaws.
A vacant soul, a hollow tune,
Fading beneath a silent moon.
Yet somewhere faint, a flicker may hide,
A fragile hope I can’t deny.
For even in emptiness, dreams can grow,
Even a vacant soul may glow.
A birthday that is just like every other day
A birthday comes, a quiet sigh,
No candles lit, no reason why.
No cheer, no joy, no gifts to keep,
Just another night that ends in sleep.
It’s just a day, like all the rest,
No warmth, no love, no hearts impressed.
No calls, no laughs, no songs to hear,
Just silence echoing year to year.
Regret hangs heavy, sharp and deep,
A secret wound I’ll always keep.
The milestones missed, the dreams that died,
A lifetime lived with nothing to pride.
I wear the weight, a crown of despair,
A shadowed thought I cannot bear:
That this is all I’ll ever be—
A name forgotten, a hollow plea.
A birthday means nothing; it’s just a date,
Marked by the sting of a crueler fate.
No celebration, just empty air,
Another reminder that no one’s there.
Dreams of a Vacant Abyss
I dream of the void, a hollow expanse,
A place where shadows silently dance.
No stars, no sky, no tethered ground,
Just endless nothing, no light, no sound.
The abyss calls softly, a gentle plea,
Its emptiness wrapping around me.
No pain, no fear, no need to resist,
Only the pull of the vacant abyss.
I drift through the dark, weightless and free,
A mirror of all that’s lost in me.
Each thought dissolves, each scar erased,
In the endless black, I am displaced.
But even in dreams, the void feels cold,
A truth too heavy, a tale untold.
For though it tempts with a quiet kiss,
There’s no return from the vacant abyss.
I wake with a gasp, the shadows remain,
A whispering echo of numbness and pain.
The abyss lingers, it always will,
A haunting void I cannot fill.
There was a world I yearned to go back to
There was a world I yearned to see,
A fleeting place that once held me.
Its skies were gold, its air so sweet,
A haven where my heart could beat.
I walked its paths, I knew its light,
A tender warmth in endless night.
But time betrayed, it turned away,
That cherished world began to fray.
Its colors faded, its echoes stilled,
The cracks grew wide, the void was filled.
I reached for it, a desperate plea,
But found it lost to memory.
Now in my dreams, it flickers near,
A shadowed ghost, a whispered tear.
I ache for it, I claw, I fight,
But wake to find it out of sight.
There was a world, so bright, so true,
A home that once I thought I knew.
Yet now it’s gone, a dream turned black,
A world I’ll never journey back.
One last drag
The cigarette burns, its ember low,
A fleeting light, a dying glow.
I raise it slow, my trembling hand,
A final act I understand.
The smoke curls up, a fragile thread,
A ghostly whisper of words unsaid.
Each inhale deep, a bitter sting,
A fleeting rush that doesn’t bring—
The peace I seek, the calm I crave,
Just ash and sorrow, a quiet grave.
One last drag, then I’ll be free,
Or so I tell the parts of me.
The ember fades, it turns to dust,
Like all I am, like all I trust.
I flick it down, the night feels still,
But in my chest, the ache is real.
One last drag—a lie I’ve told,
A fleeting warmth that turns to cold.
For even as I let it go,
The fire lingers deep below.
The whispers bring peace
The whispers call, soft and low,
Through the shadows, where I go.
A soothing hymn, a tender sound,
In their echo, I am unbound.
They weave through cracks inside my mind,
A fleeting solace I can’t find.
They brush my wounds, they numb my pain,
A fleeting calm amid the rain.
Their words are secrets, dark and sweet,
Promising rest, a quiet retreat.
No judgment there, no need to fight,
Just endless sleep, an endless night.
The world grows distant, sharpness dulls,
The whispers cradle weary souls.
And though their peace is cold as stone,
It feels like home when I'm alone.
The whispers bring peace, a final plea,
A fleeting sense of serenity.
And though I ache, though shadows cease,
I let them in—to bring me peace.
She wasn’t meant to be, but I kept chasing what was a lost cause
She wasn’t meant to be—
A truth I knew but couldn’t see.
A fleeting star beyond my reach,
A silent lesson I couldn’t teach.
Her smile, a ghost I couldn’t hold,
Her warmth, a fire that burned too cold.
Yet still I ran, through endless night,
Chasing shadows, chasing light.
Each step I took, each breath I gave,
Fell deeper into the love I craved.
But love was never hers to share,
Just empty echoes in the air.
I bled for dreams that couldn’t stay,
A lost cause I loved anyway.
She wasn’t meant to be, I know—
Yet still, I chased what let me go.
Hazel eyes with sadness
Hazel eyes, a muted glow,
A storm within they’ll never show.
Golden flecks like dying light,
Drowned beneath the weight of night.
They stare but never truly see,
Lost in thoughts they’ll never free.
A quiet plea, a silent ache,
A thousand wounds that never break.
They once held warmth, they once held fire,
Now dimmed beneath the weight of tired.
Soft and deep, yet far away,
A fading ember gone to gray.
Hazel eyes, so full, so hollow,
Trapped between today and sorrow.
And though they glimmer, though they shine,
They hide a sadness just like mine.
Wasted summers
The sun would rise, the days would burn,
Yet all I did was watch them turn.
Golden skies and ocean breeze,
Lost to thoughts that never leave.
Laughter echoed down the street,
But I was stuck between defeat—
A world that moved, so fast, so bright,
While I stayed trapped in fading light.
Promises made, but left undone,
Chasing ghosts instead of sun.
Every chance just slipped away,
Another dream left to decay.
Now autumn whispers, cold and near,
A quiet weight, a wasted year.
And all those summers, blurred and gone,
Remind me what I wasted on.