My mind goes blank.
Tears trace paths down my cheeks,
hot against the cold skin of defeat.
My body surrenders,
and something sharp clashes against my temples,
the weight of a life unfulfilled,
pounding, relentless.

The monotony presses down on me,
like an object squeezing my skull,
crushing fragile bones beneath the weight of regret,
until all that’s left is a softness in my chest
and the ache of something lost.
I hate that I feel helpless,
like I’ve outlived my purpose,
a forgotten thing in a world that moves too fast.

I hate that I wasted my youth,
that...