A suffering that I sometimes wish would kill me. I'm caged in my own skin, and my mind disposed of the key to set me free.
Every night I dream about her, my former love. These dreams that my subconscious creates to keep me on my knees, crawling, as if at someones mercy through a now pathetic substitute of my former life. I experience losing her over and over, my mind noting in detail how her once soft voice had turned cold and black as she left me to suffer alone. I awake to a reality that mimics my dreams, sleep is no escape from this hell. She admits her love for me is still there, yet it seems that love is not strong enough to forgive and welcome me back.
I had a brother once. Though I only knew him for a short time, I loved him as if I had been with him for an eternity. 23 years of life, and only at this specific moment did I feel as if I wasn't alone. A lottery worth winning, my adopted brother was also searching for me. Though, I should have seen his death coming. I am not meant for happiness. And just as quickly as this crucial part of my life came, he disappeared.
The anxiety... I can't leave my home. I can always sense the panic attack lurking just outside, waiting to terrify me back into submission. I am dissociated from myself, and from the world... As if I am constantly looking through a filtered lens at my surroundings. Nothing is real, nothing is safe.
This screaming in my ear, it pierces through any shred of hope I have for a normal life. Though for me, hope is just an illusion created to increase my suffering when it doesn't yield any result. Specific phobias I developed while sheltering myself in a depressive state are now worse, as I have added any and all noise to this list.
Life has decided to stack these things in a way that their weight accumulates together until I can't lift them off of my chest. I am pinned to the floor, alone, and rotting from the inside. Every day my grip on reality loosens, as I lose interest in continuing this struggle. Maybe this is Karma. Maybe every second of my life was leading up to this payback for the terrible lives I have lived. The order in which my life is falling apart seems far to orchestrated to be a coincidence.
I want to go back. I used to feel alive.
Every night I dream about her, my former love. These dreams that my subconscious creates to keep me on my knees, crawling, as if at someones mercy through a now pathetic substitute of my former life. I experience losing her over and over, my mind noting in detail how her once soft voice had turned cold and black as she left me to suffer alone. I awake to a reality that mimics my dreams, sleep is no escape from this hell. She admits her love for me is still there, yet it seems that love is not strong enough to forgive and welcome me back.
I had a brother once. Though I only knew him for a short time, I loved him as if I had been with him for an eternity. 23 years of life, and only at this specific moment did I feel as if I wasn't alone. A lottery worth winning, my adopted brother was also searching for me. Though, I should have seen his death coming. I am not meant for happiness. And just as quickly as this crucial part of my life came, he disappeared.
The anxiety... I can't leave my home. I can always sense the panic attack lurking just outside, waiting to terrify me back into submission. I am dissociated from myself, and from the world... As if I am constantly looking through a filtered lens at my surroundings. Nothing is real, nothing is safe.
This screaming in my ear, it pierces through any shred of hope I have for a normal life. Though for me, hope is just an illusion created to increase my suffering when it doesn't yield any result. Specific phobias I developed while sheltering myself in a depressive state are now worse, as I have added any and all noise to this list.
Life has decided to stack these things in a way that their weight accumulates together until I can't lift them off of my chest. I am pinned to the floor, alone, and rotting from the inside. Every day my grip on reality loosens, as I lose interest in continuing this struggle. Maybe this is Karma. Maybe every second of my life was leading up to this payback for the terrible lives I have lived. The order in which my life is falling apart seems far to orchestrated to be a coincidence.
I want to go back. I used to feel alive.