Feeling like an insignificant ripple in a stormy ocean,
Running but the world is moving in slow motion,
It’s all quiet but in my head, there’s a commotion,
They talk about freedom, but it’s a foreign notion,
An anxious fear of an eternity spent alone,
They told me it’ll fade but it’s only grown,
I’m alive but constantly dreading the unknown,
Waking up every day is somehow a milestone,
Sinking in a bottomless sea of trepidation and dread,
Watching the world stay silent about bloodshed,
Crippling anxiety, sanity hanging on by a thread,
Choking on all of the words that were left unsaid,
Losing battles and friends in the blink of an eye,
Becoming a target for strangers to scorn and crucify,
Finding all my hopes and plans have gone awry,
Learning that every hello, ends with a goodbye.
Amy x
