The night leans heavy on my chest,
A quiet weight I can’t outgrow,
Each breath a thread of emptiness
Pulled tighter than it should go.
The walls remember every cry
I swallowed just to stay composed,
Now echoes drip from every crack—
A home where sorrow decomposed.
My hands once reached for something warm,
But found the absence left behind,
A hollow carved beneath the skin
No light, no peace, no steady mind.
Time doesn’t heal, it only dulls,
Then sharpens pain when I’m alone,
A cruel reminder in the dark
That grief has made this heart its home.
And if tomorrow dares arrive,
It’ll look the same as yesterday—
A sky that never learned to shine,
A soul that slowly fades away.