Standing alone in the crowd, all eyes are on me.
Being on low ground but feel the terror of heights.
Standing on dry land yet feeling drowned by water.
Every breath taken feels like a choke
Every single beat of the heart feels like a knife.
Every drop of tears dry a part of me.
Every step taken forward seems backward.
As easy it was to stand it feels like I’m tied to the ground by weights.
As much as I want to see the world, all I could see is nothing.
All the sound in the world is silence to my ears.
What is there left for me to feel?
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