Suffering: The Art of Letting Go

This heavy anguish within my being intensifies with each passing day And lack of sleep deprives my essence to a point where I don’t give a fuck about my presence. Lately I’ve been feeling like there’s no escape. Another futile attempt at effervescent joy has now rendered me bitter and apathetic. Locked up like a caged animal. I’m now a shadow of the man I was, but is it really too late? Detaching to remain levelheaded. These heinous emotions are now embedded. I’m finding it increasingly harder to function while standing on the brim of total destruction. Unattended in this empty room with these visions of the memories I consumed. Supplicating for an honest shred of peace of mind, and to finally ‘let go’ of what you leave behind. You pushed me over the edge throughout the years. There’s just no running from your fears. I gave it all I got. Gave this a fair shot, but there’s just no turning back from here. Unattended in this empty room, with the memories of visions I consume. You pushed me over the edge throughout the years. There’s just no running from your fears. I gave it all I got. Gave this a fair shot, but there’s just no turning back from here. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but my conscience died on that night with your tales of cowardice. I can see your shadow fading away when I close my eyes at night. I can feel your presence raiding in me. So the time is now to make this right. This is not what I had in mind when I said I needed to do this. To do this in my own way, but mark my words. I’m not doing this cause I want to, I’m doing this because it needs to be done. The line crossed, the toll paid

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 23, 2026