Déjà vu

I've been here before.

I've felt like this before.

This feeling isn't unfamiliar to me.

Life moves in circles—I always find myself at the beginning of this never-ending cycle. Living through the same damn thing that makes me feel completely incapable, unfit.

I should’ve ended this a long time ago. But I can’t. Not for myself, but for the others who might bear the cost of my sins—my mistakes.

I want peace.

But there’s a storm inside me, constantly pulling me toward the edge. One day, I might cave in. One day, I might fall into oblivion.

I won’t even be a ghost or a memory in my own story.

I’ll be erased.