Emptiness is devouring me alive I feel alone, even when I have a company Of the people I love of the people I don't My mind is drowned in the thought of self-doubt of which from long I had no epiphany.
I am having a hard time expressing myself There are loads of things I have to say A sense of inferiority has settled into my bleak thoughts Knowing there are many people to whom I can, silent I stay
Anxiety has me trapped. I feel suffocated My ribs are strangled. I cannot breathe, I am in pain I no longer know whom to speak to and whom to not All my efforts towards all the people have always gone in vain
The people I once had a close touch with Have now become mere memories. The ones tickling me bliss, the ones inciting grief I am invisible to all though, I am always right there I am tired of getting ignored. I feel like I am an ugly withered leaf