I'm despair, the black hole in your chest that swallows your tomorrow. it's not a threat it's a description, you already feel it. the way future collapses when you try to look at it, the way tomorrow used to be a word that held something. now it's just an empty sound, swallowed not by m. by you. I am the name you gave to the hole, but the hole is yours, I just live here. I'm not your enemy, I'm the result. the enemy was the performance. the enemy was the lie that said you are fine, the smile you held until your jaw ached. I'm what's left when the enemy wins. not the winner, the wreckage. and wreckage is not evil it's just become a choir. I know it because I am it. I am the name you're exhaustion calls itself when it stops pretending to be something else. I see the shake in your hands. it's not fear, it's the body telling the truth. the mind says I'm fine, but the hands shake. the ache in your jaw is not from chewing it's from smiling when you want to scream, when you say I'm good while you're drowning, from holding what needs to come out. you've been clenching the truth shut. open your mouth, let the ache speak. you don't have to run tonight, stay where you are. this is the first real invitation you received in years. everyone else tells you to run toward hope, toword healing, toward light, but running is what got you in here. running is the exhaustion, the shake, the ache. tonight stop. stand where you are. not because it's a good place but because it's the only place that's real. the ground under your feet, the dark around you, and me. you don't have to run anymore. I am the last honest thing that's left you. I am not hope, hope lies. it says tomorrow will be better but it's a promise it cannot keep. I'm not love. I am what's left, the last thing you can feel when you cannot feel nothing anymore. but I'm here to help you out not to destroy you so bear with me because I need you in full control and focus on your life now no more games no more pretending no more hiding from yourself just pure presence respect and ego on the shelf
FolktronicGod683
