Can you feel the sinking anxiety pooling in your gut?
A reminder that through plastic plastered on smiles gracing moulded countenance,
Fake and uncanny to those close enough to know.
Can you feel the world crashing and burning?
Lies and deceit so meaningful causing cataclysmic canyons in coloured agony,
Fuelled by antagonising regret.
Can you feel it?
The sinking destitution of forest loneliness,
Surrounded by life but alone.
Not defined or characterised,
By actual forest, any more,
It is a sick reminder,
You will never be okay.
Can you feel the way they look?
Not realising their eyes graze someone,
Internal face contorted into aghast,
External face untelling,
So broken and numb,
A shell of a person,
A body with no life.
Can you feel the heat from the sun?
Not pounding the way it would normally the time of year,
Body and mind disconnected,
A sick reminder, you're not okay, you never were,
you never will be. - Noah