Wandering in a dark room
Chasing after the handle to a door
That moves every time I reach for it

Drowning
An inch below the surface
Hand above water
Bystanders every which way
Yet not one notices the hand
Extended for dear life

Calling out to a loved one
Looking in their direction
While they stare back blankly
Offering no reply

To those like me
There's no way out
Everyone sees
But what do they see?
It never resonates
How much you're struggling
To those around
That suffering is invisible
How do we cope?
How do we make life livable?