What’s the point of speaking when no one stays to hear,
When silence grows louder the moment you show fear?
What’s the point of reaching when hands just slip away,
When night feels like forever and hope won’t ever stay?
What’s the point of trying to make them understand,
When they let go the moment you reach out your hand?
What’s the point of fighting when loss is all you earn,
When every road you travel just loops you in return?
What’s the point of effort when time just slips away,
And every step you take brings you back to the same gray?
Real life feels heavy, online feels the same,
Different empty mirrors, but each reflects the blame.
You scroll through hollow moments, you breathe through hollow days,
You live inside a body lost in quiet haze.
Each day is a burden you drag across your chest,
Each breath another proof you don’t deserve the rest.
Each smile is a mask that cracks without a sound,
Each fragile piece of joy collapses to the ground.
Happiness distracts you, but never truly saves,
Just a dying candle drowning in its waves.
Your head, neck, and heart feel anchored down in stone,
Carrying silent storms that you endure alone.
No words feel safe enough, no place feels like your own,
So you build your fragile shelter where sorrow has overgrown.
Responsibilities tighten like chains around your skin,
A prison made of duty you never chose within.
Your heart feels like it shattered long before today,
Yet somehow still keeps breaking in the very same way.
You wish your friends the sunlight, you wish them all the best,
But every time they rise it drives the blade into your chest.
You clap for their victories while swallowing your scream,
Watching them live out what you could never even dream.
Not anger and not hatred, but something sharp and true,
A quiet voice that whispers what you could never do.
A quiet blade of “why not me?” you carry deep inside,
A wound that never heals no matter how you hide.
You cannot sleep without regret beside your mind,
It replays every failure, every flaw it can find.
You cannot feel joy without guilt close behind,
A shadow that reminds you of all you’ll never find.
You curse the broken mirror that forces you to see
A stranger full of flaws where worth should simply be.
You curse the silent world that never seemed to care,
And wonder if your absence would be lighter in the air.
You hate who you’ve become, you hate what you can’t change,
You hate how life feels distant, unreal, and strange.
You hate the endless mornings, you hate the endless night,
You hate the endless losing every single fight.
You tell yourself you’re nothing, a name that doesn’t last,
A ghost out of rhythm, misplaced within the past.
And though your chest keeps rising, you feel already gone,
A fading constellation barely holding on.
The world keeps turning fine without a need for you,
No mark that would be missing, no proof you mattered too.
No hole that would remain, no echo left behind,
Just silence swallowing the fragments of your mind.
And maybe there is nothing waiting down this road,
Just more of the same empty, just more of the load.
No lesson, no meaning, no reason to belong,
Just breathing without purpose for far too long.
