Story Notes

This poem is a little different from what I originally intended it to be. No Sympathy started as a song idea, but after trying to turn it into a song, I realized it wasn’t coming together the way I wanted. Instead of forcing it, I decided to let the idea become a poem.

While writing this, I found myself putting a lot of the emotions I was experiencing at the time onto the page. The darkness, confusion, regret, and feeling of spiraling are all woven into the imagery throughout the poem.

Sometimes creativity doesn’t take us where we expect it to. Sometimes the idea we start with needs to become something else.

For me, No Sympathy became a poem.

Summary

Dark Contemporary Poetry • Confessional Poetry • Psychological / Existential Poetry No Sympathy is a dark, emotionally raw poem about spiraling thoughts, regret, isolation, and the struggle to find a way back to yourself. The poem was inspired by my original song idea, No Sympathy. I originally tried to turn the concept into a song, but after several attempts, I realized it wasn’t coming together the way I wanted. Instead of forcing it, I transformed the idea into a poem. While writing it, I drew from the feeling of being caught in a spiral of emotions—overthinking, regret, emotional exhaustion, and confronting parts of myself I would rather avoid. The shattered glass, darkness, silence, and wreckage represent the internal chaos of those moments. What started as an unsuccessful attempt to create a song ultimately became something different: a piece of writing that allowed me to express the emotions behind the original idea without having to force them into a melody. Sometimes an idea isn’t meant to become a song. Sometimes it becomes a poem instead.

Genre: Poetry

Author: MakaylaB

Status: Complete

Chapters: 1

Rating: n/a

Age Rating: 16+

No Sympathy

I’m drifting through the void,

where the silence knows my name.

Broken glass beneath my feet,

every step reopening the same old wounds.

I’m haunted by the things I said

and everything I swallowed whole.

There’s a war behind my eyes,

and every night it takes another piece of me.

I run from the wreckage,

but it follows where I go.

I bury the memories deep,

but they claw their way back to the surface.

Midnight stains the window,

neon bleeding through the rain.

I hear every door I slammed,

every promise I broke,

every version of myself

I tried to leave behind.

I built a wall around my heart

and called it protection.

Then I wondered why I couldn’t feel.

Now I’m choking on the silence

of everything I was too afraid to say.

Maybe I’m the shattered glass.

Maybe I’m the hand that threw it.

Maybe I’ve been running from the truth

because the truth has always been me.

I can’t change yesterday.

But tonight

I can choose what happens next.

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

Everything I buried

is crawling back through the cracks.

I’m reckless.

I’m alive.

I’ve spent so long

looking through dead eyes

that I forgot what it felt like

to want something again.

But I want to live.

Not because the darkness disappeared.

Not because the scars stopped hurting.

But because they’re mine.

And they didn’t finish me.

The void is still beneath my feet.

The broken glass is still there.

But I’m standing on it.

And for the first time,

I’m not afraid of what I see.

I’m still here.

And I’m not disappearing.