Volume 2
Now, my poems bleed sadness, and my words feel heavy.
I listen to songs that echo my pain.
The jokes are gone. My posts tell stories of loss.
I used to hide my feelings, but now they pour out.
I couldn't fake it anymore.
I feel haunted by my past and trapped in my thoughts.
Every smile I used to wear feels like a lie now.
I look in the mirror, but I don't recognize the person there.
The silence I loved now feels like a prison.
The calm I kept has turned into a storm.