Yeah…

It’s still here.

Always was.

Smoke-stained ceiling, ash in my lungs,

Pills and drinks, bitter ghosts on my tongue.

Static on the TV, hum in the walls,

Silence so heavy I can hear it crawl.

Footsteps echo where no one walks,

Every night’s a cage, every lock still talks.

Paint peels slow like the years I waste,

Staring at a future I can’t face.

Cinderblock heart, it drags me down.

Weight of the city, can’t lift off the ground.

Cinderblock heart, it never breaks—

Only learns how much it takes.

Neon flickers through a cracked window,

Glass cuts deep but it feels like home.

Phone lights up, but it’s never your name,

Ghosts in the ringtone all sound the same.

Hands shake steady but the veins don’t lie,

I trace each scar like a map to the sky.

Gravity loves me more than you do,

Keeps me here when I can’t push through.

Cinderblock heart, it drags me down.

Weight of the city, can’t lift off the ground.

Cinderblock heart, it never breaks—

Only learns how much it takes.

Maybe pain’s just rent I pay,

For staying alive another day.

Maybe the weight’s the only friend,

That’ll stick with me until the end.

Cinderblock heart, it drags me down.

Weight of the city, can’t lift off the ground.

Cinderblock heart, it never breaks—

Only learns how much it takes.

And it never goes away.

Even the grave feels lighter than this.