Whispers on the Wall

There's a poster on the wall faded now, the edges curling once bold, those words felt like a lifeline, a promise that everything would make sense if only the world could be still for a moment. But now, it’s harder to hold onto. The weight of everything presses in like too many hands, too many voices, demanding more than there’s to give. Some days, it’s like walking through fog no clarity, no direction, just a blur of exhaustion, a quiet ache that grows louder with every step. The highs, they seem so far away, as if they were never real… and the lows, they’re always here, clinging like a shadow that never leaves. It’s hard to remember what it felt like to believe in anything, anyone, even myself. But still, those words “ever stay by my side” they linger, faint, like a memory of warmth on a cold night. I don’t know if I believe them anymore, but they won’t leave. Sometimes I wonder if it’s all just a trick, the hope, the trying, the waiting. But maybe, maybe that’s the point… even when everything feels uncertain, even when nothing seems to change, there’s something inside that says, "Keep going." So the poster stays there, faded, worn, a reminder that even in the struggle, even in the silence, something still matters. Even if it’s just a whisper.