I Am So Close to the Edge, Just Let Me Go

Dear Whoever Still Remembers Me,

I am so close to the edge, just let me go,

I’m exhausted from carrying pain nobody will ever know.

Every smile feels fake, every breath feels thin,

Like I’m rotting alive underneath my skin.

Please remember who I was before trauma moved in,

Before the nightmares buried themselves beneath my skin.

Remember the laughter, the reckless bright spark,

Not this hollow survivor dissolving in the dark.

Remember the kid who danced through the rain,

Not this shattered reflection addicted to pain.

Not this trembling body stitched together with scars,

Trying to survive beneath invisible bars.

I used to glow loud like city lights at night,

Now I’m a dying match losing its fight.

I used to believe maybe life could stay sweet,

Now hell follows me down every damn street.

I am a shell made of memories and fear,

A haunted cathedral nobody wants near.

Every scar got a story, every bruise got a name,

And waking up daily feels fucking the same.

People say “stay strong,” like it’s easy to do,

But they never survived what I crawled myself through.

They don’t hear the screams that live under my skin,

Or the war that keeps raging endlessly within.

I don’t want your pity.

I just wanna be known,

For the person I was before my heart turned to stone.

Before fear chained me down and swallowed my soul,

Before trauma ripped through me and emptied me whole.

Remember me warm.

Remember me wild.

Remember the softness that lived in this child.

Remember the fire before it drowned in the flood,

Before survival tasted like rust mixed with blood.

Because I’m standing here shaking, one step from the fall,

And silence feels sweeter than living at all.

So if one day I vanish like smoke in the snow,

Please remember the old me...

Not this ghost.

Not this ruin.

Not this echo.

Just let me go.

Sincerely,

The Version of Me I Miss Most