My heart
Slows for a moment
As my hands
Brush against my face

This is a feeling
I've learned to know well
So numb and distant

No one understands
They will never know
Or hear my cries
Because the silence
Has become my new home

Four walls surround me
As I lie in my bed
It feels more like a coffin
Is where I rest my head
My hands are folded
And then I realize
I am ready to stay like this
forever

The very thread
Of my existence
Is tearing apart
And I do not fight
To catch myself
Before I fall apart

I'm tired of running
Tired of hiding
I'm tired of being the
Only one who is trying

This is not living
So, perhaps I am dying

After all

Falling is flying
When you're barely
surviving