The Pain That Won’t Leave

There’s something that doesn’t feel right

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There’s a misery I can’t name. It sits in my chest like a storm that forgot how to pass. A disappointment etched so deep, I drown even while everyone sees me afloat. A sadness too heavy for anyone else to carry, too weighty to rest on a shoulder, too stubborn to leave mine. There’s a fear I should’ve left at home, yet it trails me closer than my own shadow.

There’s a weight I can’t lift. Even feathers have turned to stone. Even dreams have grown too sharp to sleep for. Every burden has become a building pressing down on my back, the one I was never meant to carry.

There’s a sigh lodged in my throat, a silence that speaks louder than anything I’ve ever said. I lie awake on the same bedsheets that once cradled my sweetest dreams, and now only echo the tossing and turning of a soul too tired to rest.

There’s a darkness that doesn’t care for sunlight. It creeps in through the cracks, finds the corners I hide in, and curls up beside me. An exhaustion that outstays sleep, wraps itself around me like a second skin. It whispers, even when I beg for quiet. It hugs me, even when I say I’m not someone who likes to be touched.

There’s a sentence that ends before it begins,