Something Killing Me

losing pieces of oneself in quiet despair

By Whispers of romancePublished 5 months ago • 1 min read

I am losing the part of myself

I once thought I would never have to lose.

I am slowly losing my smile, my laughing eyes.

I am not as happy as I used to be.

I don’t feel like talking to anyone.

I feel like just sitting in my room.

I—I, something killing me.

I create. I feel. I write what lingers.

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