To Create. To Live

A Thought to Feel

I walk in an ocean

A sea of people

A sea of bodies

None with any life

I hear whispers in the dark

And discouraging voices

And pained singing

It hurts to bear it all

I smile at nothing

It's not like there's anything else

It's the only thing that numbs

There is suffering in depression

I scream when I sleep

That is, if I sleep

That is, if insomnia would take a break

And relieve the weight of consciousness

I don't talk to anyone

Even to make friends

Even if there was a reason to

I don't think my anxiety would allow that

To pry my way into society

Would require me to change

Would expect me to change

But I am not prepared to accept humanity, or how ugly it really is