I keep hearing there’s no one here But I feel my name when you say it I keep being told it’s all one thing But this pain keeps demanding payment They say the self is just a story Then why does it bleed when it breaks? Why does silence feel so heavy Like it’s watching every mistake You say “let go” like it’s easy Like I’m not gripping my skin If there’s nobody driving this body Why does it feel like I’m trapped within? If there’s no one here — then who’s screaming? If there’s no self — then who’s ashamed? If this is already whole and complete Why does it ache when I hear my name? You say nothing’s missing or broken But something keeps clawing to stay If this fall was never happening Why am I scared every day? I hear “there’s nothing to fix” While everything in me resists I hear “this is already free” While my chest stays locked in a fist They point at the sky, call it obvious Say “can’t you see what you are?” But my thoughts keep building a bunker Out of memory, guilt, and scar If this voice isn’t mine Why won’t it shut the hell up? If awareness is boundless and open Why does it feel like a cage in my gut? If there’s no one here — then who’s trying? If there’s no path — why can’t I stop? If this moment is already it Why does it feel like something’s blocked? You say there’s nothing to become No finish line, no escape Then why does the search keep breathing Like it’s wired into my veins? Maybe truth isn’t gentle Maybe it tears before it heals Maybe the self doesn’t vanish quietly Maybe it screams when it’s unreal I don’t want answers I want the fight to end But every time I reach for silence Something reaches back again If there’s no one here — then who’s breaking? If this is freedom — why does it hurt? If there’s no edge and no center Why do I still feel the dirt? You say this all collapses on its own No effort, no control But right now it feels like two worlds colliding Right before they fold No peace yet No clarity Just friction Just fire Just this standing face-to-face With what can’t stay divided
