Sometimes I wish that I could say,
That I'm not okay in any way.
I hide my brokeness behind a mask,
A growing increasingly difficult task.
I fall apart and grieve alone,
My silent sobs the only home.
I carry others' crosses too,
As though their demons were mine to rue.
Life has never been kind to me;
Pain is all it's let me see.
I hold the shovel with no hope to be saved,,
And slowly dig my own dark grave.
Last updated on:2026-07-08T21:11:54+05:30
Comments (4)
it’s crazy how I can relate to this so much
i've been in that place where the thoughts get really dark and i hope you're not sitting with this all by yourself. i really hope you're talking to someone you trust,
i'm really sorry you're carrying this much right now. when you say you're holding the shovel, do you feel like you might act on those thoughts, or is it more that you're exhausted from carrying everything alone?
i used to smile around everyone while falling apart alone at night, carrying everyone else's pain like it was mine too.