quiet

life’s too short to even care at all

but i’m losing my mind

to the music and the worlds that aren’t my own

because mine cannot hold me.

my chest is tight and i can feel it.

i’ll breathe the words deep into my lungs

and then maybe i won’t drown.

but i can feel it

creeping closer and closer

until all i know is nothing

and i can’t feel tomorrow.

i misplaced it in that far-off world;

i left it in the pockets of my past life,

in the hearts of my friends - the ones whose arms i can always return to, but whose touch i am always starved for.

i am sometimes so alone i do not feel real. are these thoughts mine? are these words mine?

is this heart my own?

this world cannot hold me.

i am not large enough to stay here so i slip through the dark crevices into a fog so thick i can’t see past the beating heart that won’t quiet.

be quiet.