I'm in the middle of a swarm of people, but I'm all alone.
Surrounded by all the noises, when I don't hear my own.
In a room full of bodies, I am there stuck with empty smiles and hellos.
What is it to live, when it feels like life isn't even real?
To exist, but not to live.
Someone, somebody get me out of here.
I'm stranded.
Surrounded by the monster of the past.
They are evils, I can't last.
Even I shouted for help, it can't stopped.
YOU ARE READING
Hear me out
PoetryIt's strange, I feel comfortably numb. They asked me, How I was? I smiled but didn't answer. if only they knew how it felt. but they don't know anything.
