I feel the crushing loneliness. Constricting.
After the silence, they don’t come back.
You must learn their life, as yours is black.
My heart, it is the void.
For too long, have I been toyed.
Depression without cause,
Emptiness without pause.
They can’t hear me.
They are stepping away, too fast. Too fast.
I can not catch them.
My ears can hear them, but I am voiceless.
I am their sins, coated with bitterness.
My hand upon my chest feels a distant echo,
Until the pain builds like a dramatic crescendo.
I can feel my thoughts, I am drowning.
But then I feel the hand guide me.
I am not alone. I am just speaking too quietly.