I think, I've pushed it down far enough
That now, even when I lie still
Blank space before me
I snatch at words, but I can't grasp them
I lose sight of meaning
Realising, maybe, that it was never there
Feelings are numbed
A leper; parts of me thrown aside
Infected, discarded
I don't know what's left
Too scared to look down
Fleeting moments of bright light
And piercing clarity, and then -
Your voices have crept up behind me
I am lost again
How can one form a sentence
Speak, and be heard
Think, dream, believe in anything
When they're fading
Ceasing to be
From the inside, out
How can one offer anything of themselves
When there's simply nothing left to give
Suppressed to the point of suffocation
Although, I guess
It was all worthless anyway
I need someone to reach under
Pull me out of this place
But even if I could make a noise
Piece a phrase together
No one should hear me
It is easier to linger here
And save them the trouble
Or avoid the risk of
Pulling them down with me
It is dark and quiet here
And I am waiting
And I am nothing
