I took the pill to feel nothing,
I took the pills to hide the emotions,
to quiet the noise inside my chest,
to press mute on the ache
that kept saying my name.
I wanted silence, not healing,
numbness, not answers,
a pause button on a heart
that never learned how to rest.
But feelings don’t die quietly—
they wait.
They curl up in the corners of the soul,
patient as breath,
until the medicine fades
and truth comes knocking again.
And when it does,
it reminds me I’m still here,
still human,
still capable of breaking
and still capable of mending.
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