Eyes shut tightly

Just because I take the pills,

Doesn't mean the storm is still.

Patience, they say, will mend the cracks,

But I'm haunted by the shadows that pull me back.

I don't want to feel the way I did,

A scared little girl, frail and hid.

In a corner, curled, eyes shut tight,

Arms raised to fend off an endless night.

The darkness whispers, sharp and cold,

With stories that no one's ever told.

They're mine alone, these silent screams,

Echoes of fractured, stolen dreams.

I want to scream, to let it go,

To drown the pain, to make it show.

But my voice is trapped, my heart confined,

By illness that festers in my mind.

I wasn't born to feel this way,

A cruel design, a price to pay.

Built by hands I didn't choose,

A fragile soul, afraid to lose.

I'm tired of drowning in this sea,

Of waves that crush and swallow me.

I'm tired of fighting the endless night,

Chasing a light that's out of sight.

I hate this place, this hollow shell,

A private, relentless kind of hell.

But still, I whisper, barely there—

Maybe one day, I'll breathe the air.