"Sometimes I don’t even know if what I’m feeling is fear, anger… or just nothing.
It all mixes together and ends up feeling the same anyway.
And when I’m at my lowest, that voice shows up again.
It doesn’t yell. It whispers. Like it actually gets me.
It says I could rest. That I could let go.
And yeah… sometimes I really think about it.
But I always pull back.
’Cause even if it hurts to stay as I am…
I’m still not ready to fade away. Not yet"
SterBeth
2025-04-21 20:44:58 +0000 UTCPercy Shaw
2025-04-20 21:47:43 +0000 UTC