I cut off my wings for fear of falling,
I've lost sleep, and now I'm writing poetry at 3:00 AM
and the only thing I would like now...
And feel those emotions again...
Like falling into the void...

I spent nights drinking thinking about you..
Nightmares that intertwine with my memories..
Dreams that are swept away by depression, disappointment, guilt and anger…
And I write meaningless things,
Because it's the heart that speaks.
And there's no way to explain...
That maybe I'm dying inside...🥀