The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

in your eyes i see sadness,
i didn't see galaxy nor oceans
i didn't see speckles of brightness
nor a stardust of hope
your eyes is empty.
dull, black, empty.

but your eyes feels like home
i found out that,
staring into an orbs with stars and oceans,
is exhausting, but with your eyes that feels
like home, makes up everything.

but now it's nothing.

- i don't feel safe at home anymore.

i feel like everything's falling apart,

if i would be in movie, i'm lost and i do
n't know the parts.

the world doesn't make me feel alive anymore,

i can't even feel the beat of my own heart anymore.

i was thrown into a loop of feeling nothing and being nothing,

noise, disturbant noise, is all i could hear

black, pitch black, is all i could see yet i feel no fear,

numbness, is all i could feel, even though my limbs are ripping apart.

no light, no pain, nothing.

and all at once, i feel nothing with the beat of my own heart.

- i know that my heart beating, but i'm barely breathing.