When you're staring at the walls.
If you notice anything at all,
Only the sounds leak through.
It rains harder in my thoughts.
Overcast skies and grey clouds,
Thundering words that are too loud.
A sense of cold that doesn't subside.
Overstimulating voices hurt my eardrums.
Quick hellos that cut like a knife
Every time I let the world into my life.
Another sense of normal fraying away.
I feel broken and disjointed.
Once open connections are now disabled.
For a small sense of being stable,
Loneliness will be the price.
Just existing, not alive.
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