It\u2019s late, and the silence is loud,
I\u2019m here, lying still, but my mind, it\u2019s a crowd.
I\u2019ve thought about it, more than I should,
What if I just\u2026 stopped? Would that be good?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lost my parent, and with them, my light,
Now I\u2019m alone, nothing feels right.
The pain doesn\u2019t leave, it just sits in my chest,
Maybe leaving would let me finally rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then there\u2019s the cheating I can\u2019t take it back,
I broke the one heart that had my back.
I ruined everything, tore it all apart,
And now I carry this guilt, heavy on my heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The job? It\u2019s gone, just like that,
Like I\u2019m nothing, no worth, no path.
I try to keep moving, but I\u2019m stuck in place,
Wondering how I fell so far from grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the friend I trusted, the one who knew,
They took my secrets and let them loose.
Now I\u2019ve got no one, just me and my mind,
And I wonder if maybe it\u2019s time to leave it behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think about it when I\u2019m alone,
When the pain feels too real, too much my own.
Would it hurt less if I just disappeared?
Would they even notice I\u2019m no longer here?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s a quiet thought, one I don\u2019t share,
But it\u2019s there, always there, like a whisper in the air.
What if I let go? What if I gave in?
Would it be better if I didn\u2019t begin again?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe the pain would finally end,
Maybe I wouldn\u2019t have to pretend.
I\u2019m tired, so tired of being strong,
Tired of living when it all feels wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But then I pause, and just breathe in,
Still caught between wanting to stay and wanting to give in.
I don\u2019t know what will happen next,
But tonight, I\u2019m here, even though I feel wrecked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s a thought I hold, one I can\u2019t deny,
But for now, I just sigh and let the moment pass by.
Still, I wonder, quietly, softly,
Would it be easier, if I just\u2026 stopped?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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I lost my parent, and with them, my light,Now I\u2019m alone, nothing feels right.The pain doesn\u2019t leave, it just sits in my chest,Maybe leaving […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2680,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22],"class_list":["post-2679","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-5702412.jpeg?fit=1880%2C1253&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2620,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/broken-trust-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2679,"position":0},"title":"Broken Trust by walking shadow poetry.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"September 8, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I never thought it would come from you,The one I trusted to see me through.I shared my secrets, my hopes, my fears,But now those memories bring only tears. 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