Corpse in soul

 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵

I don’t know what’s happening to me anymore. My past has become a cage, its walls built from moments I thought I’d forgotten. It lingers around me like a shadow that refuses to leave, whispering reminders of every mistake, every scar that never healed. I can’t find the words anymore; they fall apart before they reach my lips. People see me, talk to me, use me  and I let them, because somewhere along the way I forgot how to say no.

I move through life like a body with a corpse in its soul  breathing, walking, existing, yet empty inside. I want to live, I truly do, but life keeps pressing down, making it harder to breathe. Every time I try to rise, something pulls me back under, and the world keeps spinning, indifferent to my silence.

They think I’ve changed, that I’ve become distant or strange. But they don’t understand  pain doesn’t leave quietly. It seeps into laughter, hides behind smiles, and settles into the spaces where hope used to live. I’ve become a ghost wearing my own skin, pretending to be okay while falling apart quietly inside.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone would notice if I disappeared. Would my absence echo, or would it just fade like smoke? I don’t need pity  I just wish someone would understand that I’m not angry, not bitter, just exhausted. Tired of pretending I’m fine when my soul is barely holding together.

I am wandering like a lost soul  a president with no country, a master with no purpose, a spirit carrying both death and life within. Everything feels old, broken, and fading; every year it’s as if the corpse inside me comes alive again, dragging me back into the same emptiness I thought I escaped.

My soul isn’t gone; it’s just buried under too much weight, waiting for something… or maybe for nothing. Maybe I’m just waiting for peace  the kind that doesn’t hurt anymore.

“The day has come, my wishes fulfilled; in the comfort of death remains only the cold face that stares until all light is gone.”

So while I still breathe, I’ll try to remember this:

“Enjoy every moment of life. Don’t keep your feelings buried — when life’s final call comes, you may not have the chance to speak them.”