Frozen still,
I stare at the back of a blue seat
While the people around me
Are completely unaware of the thoughts lingering in my mind
And the tears running down my cheeks
unseen
Why am I here?
The voice in my head screams at me
So it seems I'm not moving forward
Lest I stay in the same space
I just sit here
While everyone floats on
How does one rid themselves
Of this fatigue
How does one join back with the living
When the cord has been severed
Cutting off all connection
All feeling?
I try to act as if
I have not lost feeling half the time
But I'm slowly disappearing
Vanishing
Like a ghost
So here I sit
Staring at this ripped and graffitied bus seat
In which I am not moving
And I don't dare breath too loudly
In fear
Another may hear the tremble behind it
