It’s not about the darkness that surrounds,
it’s not about those stories that cut the
pieces of my pride.
It’s not about my heavy breathing,
like I’m being chased every
time I close my eyes.
It’s not about my shadow that I can no
longer define, it’s not about the
hell of my insides.
It’s not that I got used to the idea of building
on blank, trying not to feel
It’s not that I try to tear down the wall
between reality and me, but I get
deeper into the void of nothingness, every time.
It’s not about me trying to escape a
nightmare, when I’m not
It’s not about the insecurity that fills me,
that leaves me with the need of
shrinking every edge of me.
It’s not about the threat eating me up
whenever I see the light.
It’s not about every time that I give my all,
how they leave me with nothing to hold
onto to feel more alive.
It’s about me in need of life, but not
being able to breathe.
Rahma Waleed is an 18 year old student preparing to study medicine. She uses writing to express the feelings of those who are unable to do so. You can find her on Instagram here.