Echoes of my mind

It’s pumping… What’s pumping? It feels like it’s exploding. Why? How? Nothing galvanizes me anymore. The atmosphere is calm, conducive but not in my mind, where thoughts sprint like fugitives, and I cage them behind a silent smile. I hide under the pretense of joy, while the weight crushes me slowly. Night comes too fast, and the day… it stops smiling. I keep trying my best, clinging to the fragile hope that one day I’ll see the light the light they swear waits at the end of the tunnel. But is there even a tunnel? I’m not sure anymore. Perhaps it’s just darkness disguised as a promise. Still… I’m hopeful. If not today, then maybe tomorrow will be better for me, and for you. But sometimes I remember it’s all in my mind. Just thoughts… spilling out, loud enough to drown me.