No longer a single tree falling alone in the forest,
Now the sound carries—
Echoes into the ears of the ones closest.
We don’t hit the ground alone anymore,
The ground gets lower
When you got people who show up for you.
We all wanna scream into the void sometimes,
But it doesn’t disappear like it used to.
It ricochets,
Bounces off ribs and memories,
Finds its way back in human voices saying
“I hear you.”
This world feels upside down on a regular basis,
Like the rules keep changing but the chaos stays consistent.
Smile when you’re breaking,
Function while spiraling,
Laugh like it’s normal to feel everything
And nothing at all.
Bipolar weather in a human frame—
Sun one minute, thunder the same.
Some days I’m electric, lighting up rooms,
Some days gravity wins and I stay cocooned.
Happy with no warning,
Angry at air,
Crying in the car,
Fixing my hair.
Walk in like I’m good, like I’ve got it handled,
Heart doing parkour, thoughts dismantled.
Used to scream into the void just to survive it,
Now I scream into the night
And my people catch it.
Not solutions, not speeches,
Just presence that says
“You don’t have to carry this alone today.”
My people read the pauses,
The tone behind “I’m fine.”
They don’t rush my silence
Or panic when I hide.
They know disappearance isn’t rejection,
It’s regrouping.
They leave the light on anyway.
We joke through the chaos—
Dark humor as oxygen.
If we don’t laugh, the weight sinks in.
So we laugh at the timing,
The irony, the mess,
Not because it’s funny,
But because it hurts less.
I’m not broken,
I’m calibrated for intensity.
Built loud in a quiet world,
Soft in a brutal one.
I don’t need fixing—
I need room,
And people who stay
When the mood shifts.
The chaos never clocks out,
Neither do our minds.
Always something happening,
Always crossing lines.
But the fall doesn’t scare me like it used to do,
Because the ground gets lower
When my people pull through.
We don’t catch each other every time—
We don’t have to.
Just knowing someone’s there
Changes the altitude.
So yeah, we still scream into the void sometimes,
But it doesn’t swallow us whole anymore.
It echoes.
It connects.
It reminds us—
We’re not a single tree falling unheard in the forest.
We’re a whole damn system of sound now.
Still screaming into the void—
Just together.
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