I’m scared to be alone with my thoughts
There’s nothing in there.
Nothing to feel… Even at a time like this
How can i be so empty?
What i feared the most has finally engulfed my being
I can’t feel a thing… Not pain, not joy, not love or hate….. Nothing
Tears stream down
I’m not sure which well begot them
Pain or relief? Sadness or joy?
Can’t tell them apart anymore
They’ve become so closely knitted
I’m scared of the image in the mirror
Who have i become?
Who was i before this?
I feel heaviness and lightness simultaneously
My heart doesn’t know how to tell them apart
Can’t tell the difference anymore
Am I still human?
What’s humanity without feeling
What’s life when you can’t feel the miracle of living
What’s the essence when all your senses are shut down and you’re clueless as to how to awaken them because you can’t feel them shutdown?
How do you describe your problem when you can’t feel the problem?
How do you get help when you don’t feel helpless?..
One thing I’m sure is, there’s a life inside
Someone in chains, held behind bars
Someone waiting to be free
Someone within, screaming….