I feel it in my fingertips,
It creeps in the dark,
What was meant to be
hidden in the shadows,
But no can do,
Is what I try to tell myself,
Leave it behind,
But it creeps in my chest.
So tight, so fragile,
Lashing out isn’t meant to happen.
It’s harder to breathe out,
All I’ve learned was to breathe in.
Why, why, why
Have I done this again?
It’s cold and heavy.
How do I fix it, how do I control it?
I can’t.
It’s meant to be fixed,
It’s meant to be controlled.
Why is it so hard,
Why is it a failure,
Falling through my own thoughts
As it slips away.
Nyxa/Misa
