“What’s wrong?” you say
Sick with no physical illness
Confused, but know not why
As far from “normalcy,” as Dr Seuss was from reality
It begins to manifest
From my dreams and imagination
To what I hear and the things I see
A void growing that can’t be fed anymore
The last remnants of what was once human
Now left to fester into humiliation, depression…RAGE!
Grievance grabs a hold of my heart
Rips it out, as if from fallen prey
Severed vessels trickle bits of life down
To the cold emptiness below
Now, even in a crowded room I feel alone
Cuddled up within the dark reaches of my mind
I do not believe you’ll understand the way I feel
But this is my answer, every word
Patience has given me the strength to wait
Eventually I’ll wake up from this nightmare…won’t I?
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