The darkness grows, but I can still see.
The chains get tighter, but I can still move.
My voice is gone, but I can still scream.
I’m still breathing, but everything else is dead.
I may as well be gone.
People are happy, but I’ve forgotten what it’s like.
People are running, but I don’t have the energy.
People are eating, but I’m not hungry. I never am.
People know who they are but I don’t.
I’m lost in my own mind.
I let go a long time ago. Some people manage to grasp the rope, pull themselves out of the dark, but my hands slipped and I fell, and I’ll never escape. The rope is still here, in the corner, but I don’t have the energy to even try anymore. So I just sit, and wait.