Meshka's Flow

The thoughts do nothing but swirl around in my head

Most days, all I manage to do is sink further into the bed

You say that you’re sorry, and let me know if there is anything I can do

Did you check on me and see if I needed help getting through?

I keep forcing a smile, hoping no one sees it crack,

Do I even stand a chance of finding my way back?

The darkness is closing in, turning my world dim,

Is there enough strength left to fight this storm rising within?

The emotions take over in their attempt to win the battle.

Is anyone around? Do I even matter?

I feel my killer tighten their grip

I feel my soul starting to rip

Is anyone around? Is anyone near?

Is anyone available to help me fight this fear?

It’s starting to become too much to bear,

Does anyone notice? Does anyone care?

All I’m seeking is a little relief

Relief from my killer, relief from my grief —-

February 3, 2026