I talk to myself in empty rooms

Not for answers, just to move

Every choice feels so true

Like I'm waiting on a cue

I keep memories I don't show

They weigh less when I let them go

I'm not lost, just moving slow

Trying to learn what I already know

Some days feel like borrowed time

Some thoughts don't feel like mine

I chase the cracks, read the signs

Hoping clarity shows up in time

I'm not broken, just in between

Who I was and what I mean

Still becoming, still unsure

Learned how to sit with more

I measure growth in quiet ways

Less regret, more honest days

I don't chase what I can't control

I let the questions take their toll

Still afraid, but I stay kind

Leave some versions of me behind

If I change, let it be slow

I'm okay not fully known

I wake up heavy, but I breathe it out

Learned the shape of all my doubts

Every scar just marks a year

Proof I stayed when leaving's near

I don't need truth wrapped up clean

I sit with things that fall between

Some nights I stare, don't ask why

Let the ceiling hear my mind

I'm learning rest is not a loss

I don't owe pain a higher cost

I get my time where it feels real

Not every wound needs to heal

I move forward, small and sure

Not chasing peace, just something pure

I trust the pace my heart can stand

I'm learning how to hold my own hand

I skip dinner, say I forgot the time

Cup of water, tell myself I'm fine (Control dressed up as discipline)

Stomach growls, I take it as a win

Like hunger proves I still have skin

Mirror math, counting what I see

Ribs like lines staring back at me (Turning a body into numbers)

Control feels close, then slips away

I promise tomorrow, repeat today

Only child, house stayed quiet

Learned to sit still, learned how to hide it

Talked to walls when nights got long

Made my head where I belong (Learned comfort without replies)

Sleeves stay down, even in June

Bathroom light, locked door, no room

I don't chase pain, I chase relief

Just want something sharp to feel brief

I'm writing this so it can breathe

So it's not just stuck in me (Letting it exist outside my head)

Talking to myself in an empty room

What I saw with myself was just doom

I wake up late

Light casts the floor

Dust in the air

Same open door

Phone stayed quiet

I let it be

Some days silence feels honest to me (Noise made it easier to avoid)

I move my life in borrowed pace

Half-formed plans, unfinished faith

People talk like they know my name

But they don't feel the weight I claim

I'm softer now than I admit

Learned how to pause before I split (Survival doesn't always look hard)

Still scared of what the calm might mean

Still learning how to stay unseen

(Midnight Club)