Whispers of the soul

New year, same mind in disrepair,

Another number, yet despair.

A clean slate promised, but it's all a lie—

How do you move on when you're broken inside?

Pretend to be fine, wear the mask well,

Hide the chaos, a personal hell.

They say, "Set goals, find something new,"

But resolutions fade; I know they do.

What's there to hope for? A hollow call,

The only peace: to end it all.

To some, it's dark, but to me, it's clear—

No more noise, no more fear.

Yes, I have friends, but what's the use?

I drift alone, a life profuse

With isolation, sinking fast,

Building a hole too deep to surpass.

How do I smile so they won't see?

Practice hides what's inside of me.

They say I glow, but they don't know—

My light is fading, dim and slow.

No fire can burn where the cold resides,

An endless ache no time divides.

So tell me, is this year really new?

Or just more pain in the same old hue?

New year, same fight—it's all the same,

An unending cycle with no name.

But still, in this dark, this fragile plea,

I write these words to set them free.