Despair

I don’t scream, I don’t speak —
Just stare at walls that never leak.
Everyone says “you’ll be okay,”
But I’m not even here today.

I fake the days, I blur the nights,
I wear the mask, I dim the lights.
They see my shell, but not my fall —
I’m buried standing, through it all.

Despair —
It’s not loud, it’s not wild,
It’s cold and calm, like a dying child.
It doesn’t break — it rots, it waits,
It smiles at you behind the gates.
I carry it in every breath,
It sings to me like quiet death.
Despair…
My silent prayer.

I scroll through photos I don’t feel,
Pretend this pain is something real.
I eat, I work, I say “I’m fine” —
While darkness drinks this blood of mine.

No closure came, no light returned,
Just ashes where the daylight burned.
They want a version they can bear —
But I live here… inside despair.

Despair —
It’s not loud, it’s not wild,
It’s cold and calm, like a dying child.
It doesn’t break — it rots, it waits,
It smiles at you behind the gates.
I carry it in every breath,
It sings to me like quiet death.
Despair…
My silent prayer.

I begged the sky,
It stayed the same.
No thunder came,
Just hollow rain.


Despair —
It’s not the fire, it’s the freeze,
That holds you down without a scream.
It kisses you like long-lost sleep,
And drags you slow into the deep.
I wear it now, I breathe its air —
I walk alive… with despair.