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Control.
by: Emma. [IG: @dvmplx._ ]
Early in the morning, I wake up uneasy,
chest tight, thoughts running, nothing comes easy.
Anxiety slips in, soft but relentless,
a quiet kind of noise that just wonāt rest.
I breathe in slow, counting each beat,
trying to find calm in the noise underneath.
But the memories hit, sharp and exact,
like time never movedā¦ like itās all still intact.
Itās been so longā¦ or at least it should be,
but the acheās still here, holding on to me.
It hides in the small things, the subtle, the slight,
in everything that once felt right.
I tell myself āhold it,ā keep it together,
like strength alone could make this better.
I clench my fists, steady the shake,
wearing a calm Iām trying to fake.
I donāt wanna fall, I donāt wanna break,
even when itās hard just to stay awake.
Hoping one day this weight will ease,
and my chest can finally breathe.
And even with fear humming under my skin,
Iām still choosing to try, again and again.
āCause even if Iām breaking where no one can see,
Iām still on my feetā¦ just barely, but me.
Control.
by: Emma. [IG: @dvmplx._ ]
Early in the morning, I wake up uneasy,
chest tight, thoughts running, nothing comes easy.
Anxiety slips in, soft but relentless,
a quiet kind of noise that just wonāt rest.
I breathe in slow, counting each beat,
trying to find calm in the noise underneath.
But the memories hit, sharp and exact,
like time never movedā¦ like itās all still intact.
Itās been so longā¦ or at least it should be,
but the acheās still here, holding on to me.
It hides in the small things, the subtle, the slight,
in everything that once felt right.
I tell myself āhold it,ā keep it together,
like strength alone could make this better.
I clench my fists, steady the shake,
wearing a calm Iām trying to fake.
I donāt wanna fall, I donāt wanna break,
even when itās hard just to stay awake.
Hoping one day this weight will ease,
and my chest can finally breathe.
And even with fear humming under my skin,
Iām still choosing to try, again and again.
āCause even if Iām breaking where no one can see,
Iām still on my feetā¦ just barely, but me.
Control.
by: Emma. [IG: @dvmplx._ ]
Early in the morning, I wake up uneasy,
chest tight, thoughts running, nothing comes easy.
Anxiety slips in, soft but relentless,
a quiet kind of noise that just wonāt rest.
I breathe in slow, counting each beat,
trying to find calm in the noise underneath.
But the memories hit, sharp and exact,
like time never movedā¦ like itās all still intact.
Itās been so longā¦ or at least it should be,
but the acheās still here, holding on to me.
It hides in the small things, the subtle, the slight,
in everything that once felt right.
I tell myself āhold it,ā keep it together,
like strength alone could make this better.
I clench my fists, steady the shake,
wearing a calm Iām trying to fake.
I donāt wanna fall, I donāt wanna break,
even when itās hard just to stay awake.
Hoping one day this weight will ease,
and my chest can finally breathe.
And even with fear humming under my skin,
Iām still choosing to try, again and again.
āCause even if Iām breaking where no one can see,
Iām still on my feetā¦ just barely, but me.
Control.
by: Emma. [IG: @dvmplx._ ]
Early in the morning, I wake up uneasy,
chest tight, thoughts running, nothing comes easy.
Anxiety slips in, soft but relentless,
a quiet kind of noise that just wonāt rest.
I breathe in slow, counting each beat,
trying to find calm in the noise underneath.
But the memories hit, sharp and exact,
like time never movedā¦ like itās all still intact.
Itās been so longā¦ or at least it should be,
but the acheās still here, holding on to me.
It hides in the small things, the subtle, the slight,
in everything that once felt right.
I tell myself āhold it,ā keep it together,
like strength alone could make this better.
I clench my fists, steady the shake,
wearing a calm Iām trying to fake.
I donāt wanna fall, I donāt wanna break,
even when itās hard just to stay awake.
Hoping one day this weight will ease,
and my chest can finally breathe.
And even with fear humming under my skin,
Iām still choosing to try, again and again.
āCause even if Iām breaking where no one can see,
Iām still on my feetā¦ just barely, but me.
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Empty.
by: Emma. [ IG: @dvmplx._ ]
Iām a body without a soul,
wandering through days that feel numb,
stepping over hours that echo
like tired copies of themselves.
Sometimes I wonder
what part of me got left behind,
when I hollowed out so deeply
I donāt even make a sound when I break.
I move, I breathe, I get through it,
but everything feels so automatic
that even my sadness
feels rehearsed.
I hide in whatās familiar:
the same songs I donāt really hear anymore,
the same shows I barely watch,
the same books I donāt truly read.
Routines that donāt save me,
but hold me together just enough
to keep me from fading away.
And the days keep passing,
one after another, faceless,
blurry copies of a yesterday
that wasnāt any different.
Still, deep down,
where almost nothingās left,
thereās a quiet, stubborn question:
what if one day,
out of nowhere,
something inside me
finally sparks back to life?