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  The airport should be my healing place, A refuge, a distraction from the race. But now, it’s where my fears take flight, A place that haunts me, day and night. I didn’t know it’d affect me so, The tears keep falling, soft and slow, A trauma that lingers, deep and wide, A pain I can't escape, no matter how I hide. Even as I pack, preparing to go, The tears flow freely, an endless flow. Oh, how pathetic I must seem, Lost in the echoes of a shattered dream. Please, return to me my safe embrace, A place where I feel grounded, a steady grace. Now, I have nothing, nothing at all, Just the weight of a life that continues to fall

  At last, your message lights my screen, A fleeting warmth, a memory seen. Once it thrilled, your words so true, But now I see what’s meant to ensue. No more hopes, no dreams to bind, Just letting go, this heart resigned. Will this be the end, or fade unknown? A quiet whisper, I'm now alone. Yet in this silence, strength takes root, To love myself, a sweeter pursuit. For in the time that's yet to come, The better one will surely come. Still, I send you well-wished skies, Though my heart bids soft goodbyes.

  It’s been fourteen days since we last talked, I know you're not as sad as I am. You’re out there, living, laughing, While I’m here, always wishing you the best. No matter how much it hurts me so deeply, No matter how my best friend says you're not the one for me, I can’t deny what I see in you: A kind heart, A quiet kindness, A pure soul. Yes, sometimes your emotions waver, But they don’t change how I feel for you. In the end, I know the truth: No matter how hard I try, I was never yours— Even though you’ve always been theirs. I wish you the best in everything: In life, in love, In whatever brings you happiness. And if you ever need me, I’ll still be here. Perhaps it sounds poetic, even a bit melancholic, But this is who I am— Truly and purely.

When can I put myself first? This ache, this curse, feels unrehearsed. Always placing others above, Yet never tasting their love. You give your all, yet stand alone, Their care for you is never shown. Hurt on hurt, it builds, it stays, A shadow darkening all your days. You’re like the wind, just passing by, A fleeting whisper beneath their sky. Unseen, unheard, you fade to air, And still, they act as if you’re not there. So when will you rise, and claim your place? Put yourself first, find your own grace. For only then will the pain disperse, And life rewrite its bitter verse.

I came across a quote, "No big wins, no problem," And it struck me, made me pause and ponder, This year has been tough, each day a battle, Yet I’ve been so driven to claim victory for myself. But then I realized, it’s not about the race, Especially not against the person in the mirror. It’s about pressing forward, no matter the pace, For surviving is its own form of success, I now know clear. I’ve been through storms, lost pieces along the way, Yet somehow, I’ve made it through each day. I’m not the same, no, I’ve changed this year, Not every fight was won, but I’ve conquered my fear. So thank you to all who helped me survive, Who brought me back, who kept me alive. In the end, I may not have won them all, But I stand here now—strong, after the fall.

I keep blaming myself for everything, Every wrong turn, every broken string. Especially for those I hold so near, The ones I love, the ones I fear. Why can’t I be what they deserve? A steady hand, a calming nerve? Instead, I turn each day to worse, As if I’m living under some curse. Am I that broken, that far from grace? A shadow lost in every space? Can’t I bring joy, a little light, Or warmth to chase away the night? Even for myself, I strive to mend, To gather pieces, to ascend. Yet each time I fall apart once more, A soul adrift, washed to the shore. Now I stand at my lowest point, With fragile heart and aching joints. I can’t face it all on my own, But here I am—completely alone.

After months of stitching pieces I thought were lost, Trying to rise, no matter the cost. Learning again to stand alone, An independent heart, a soul of stone. I’m trying to be better, softer, kind, Fighting shadows in my own mind, But in the quiet, the truth comes bare, No one’s really here, no one cares. I’m tired, worn, body and soul, Longing for warmth to make me whole. I need someone now, someone real, To share the weight of all I feel. Someone to talk to, about everything, nothing, Just a voice that makes the silence sing, To lift this ache, to ease the night, To make me feel, at least, alright.