-1- Şiiri - Ebrar Deniz Yiğit

i talk to the shadow that sits on my chest
it whispers in my voice but bleeds different it says
"you were not made to be soft"
and yet, everytime i break, i do it quietly-
like glass taught to shatter in silence
my thoughts run like wolves with broken legs,
chasing something they'll never reach
i forgot who i was trying to save me?
or the version of me that died while
pretending to be okay?
my loneliness doesn't echo anymore
it just rots
gently
like fruit left out in the sun
still beautiful from afar
but touch it
and it collapses.