06/01/2026
Lost Inside
By Toni Mayer
I’m fading slowly, drifting far,
evaporating past every scar.
I feel pieces of me slip away,
lost in shadows that refuse to stay.
My mind’s a storm, a tangled mess, a silent war inside my chest. I try to breathe, but the air grows thin, like something dark is settling in.
It chokes me slowly, tight and deep, yet somehow offers a strange relief. A curse, a comfort, both the same, a nameless thing I cannot tame.
Everything’s chaos, twisted and loud, yet somehow calm beneath the shroud. The world keeps turning, life moves on,
but part of me feels already gone.
Sometimes I wonder where I go
when I drift beyond what I know.
Because when I snap back into view, the path I traveled won’t come through.
No memory lingers, no footprints remain, just echoes dancing inside my brain. And maybe that’s why I feel so far, split between who I am and who we are.
Because when I’m lost inside my head, I feel more alive than among the living instead.
Out there, somewhere beyond the noise, I still can hear my forgotten voice.
Then I return, cold and hollow-eyed, with pieces of myself I cannot find. And that’s the truth I cannot hide, I feel most alive when I’m lost inside.
