You try not to make any sound.
You try not to move.
Hypersense.
It's what your brain becomes.
Over-full, a complete override…
You lie there.
Silently crying.
Silently waiting.
For everything.
For nothing.
The end…
It's strange, in a way, when you truly have nothing left.
You suddenly become extremely aware
Restless against sheets
Uncomfortable in your own skin
You then forget
And become hushed
You don't want to talk
Life no longer appeals to you
But then again, neither does death
You can feel them all watching you, too
As if they knew everything that has happened
You laugh at yourself- a strangled sound
And cannot help but to wonder
If others are feeling this pain as well
