I THINK I'M SINKING

I think I’m sinking not in waves
just slowly fading through my days.
No cries for help, no open wounds
just silence sitting in my head.

I smile enough to not alarm
I laugh enough to hide the harm.
But underneath, it’s getting hard
to carry pieces cracked and scarred.

I wake, I go to work, I wear my face
the one that fits in every place.
But something’s slipping out of reach
a peace I barely got to keep.

And when people ask, I still pretend.
They love the strength, not how I bend.
But God, I wish someone could see
I’m not okay. I’m barely me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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