The Weight of Nothing

You say you’ve got no hope left in life, as if you’ve already watched every door close. And you claim you feel no pain, like you’ve turned your heart into stone on purpose. But emptiness isn’t power — it’s the bruise you stopped acknowledging. It’s the scream you swallowed so deep you convinced yourself it never existed. A life without hope isn’t fearless; it’s just dim. A life without pain isn’t peaceful; it’s just numb. And numbness is the most dangerous of all — not because it kills you, but because it convinces you there’s nothing worth saving. Yet here you are, forming words, trying to shape a feeling you pretend you don’t have. That alone exposes the truth: the spark is still alive, you just buried it so deep you forgot the warmth.