Wake. Work. Sleep. Repeat.
The sun still rises,
but never for me.
Trapped in a cycle,
no control,
just noise and numbness.
The world has bled me dry.
A ghost dragging through a hurricane,
rain slicing skin,
wind like chains.
I scream into the void—
but silence answers.
And time moves on,
uncaring.
Digging a hole
deeper, darker—
the only path I know.
Life flashes past,
I wish
it would just
slow down.