It’s the irony that hurts.
But I’ll bleed until there’s nothing left, and maybe these tears will wash away the dismay. I have been misunderstood. I shut down in the dark where no one can see.
Nobody can touch me. Nobody can hear me.
I have the antidote in my hands, but it’s falling away from me. My heart is beating too fast. I can’t catch my breath.
I want to make believe. I want to close my eyes and pretend to see what it’s like to have clarity. The world is stealing my life and falling apart inside.
I hold it in. The antidote is too far. I can’t reach.
I slowly asphyxiate under the weight of my own silence.
You have no remorse or sympathy.