You can't see me, You can't hear me, It's a shell of a happier person I used to be.
I am trapped in my own mind, The walls are crumbling, But I'm still chained, The chains are weak, But I'm still stuck, because I am afraid.
The walls are collapsing, The roof is caving in, Under the crushing weight of anxiety and depression. I am afraid I am going to be crushed, But I won't leave, I am even more afraid of the outside
I don't want to be seen or heard. I don't want to trap you with me. I am dying, You don't know, I am dying. But you are happy.
So I can be fine.
If you relate please contact me, I want to help you.