Abyss

There’s a strange kind of silence that comes with feeling stuck - not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, echoing stillness of an abyss. It’s not always sadness. Sometimes, it’s numbness. Sometimes, it’s pressure. And sometimes, it’s the quiet weight of expectations. From yourself, from others, from everyone.

And your only hope is that the abyss isn't actually endless. That there is actually light at the end of the tunnel.

And maybe then I don't have to pretend to be burn brighter than I actually am.