And suddenly, night folds itself around me, a silence so sharp it cuts through my chest. I do not wish for another tomorrow— its promise feels like a burden I can’t hold. I wonder— is this loneliness, or a storm of moods I cannot name? Even my reflection won’t speak, my thoughts sink into shadows I can’t untangle. My heart— a stone pressed against my ribs, each breath a battle, each inhale a scream no one hears. The truth lurks near, but I turn my face away, afraid that naming it will make it real. I hate this weight, this endless ache that drags me under. It claws at my chest, snatches at my mind, leaves me hollow and trembling. I hate this— this suffocating darkness, this prison of thought that I cannot escape.