How is it that I feel so alone when stood in a crowded room?
I cannot relate or communicate the way in which I used to.
How is it that I feel claustrophobic when alone in my bedroom?
Quiet is now so noisy.
Like a blizzard,
My thoughts Tornado around the room.
Broken and unable to recharge.
Nothing is what it seems.
Everything is spinning,
I want off this Merry Go Round.
Upside down,
Inside out.
Blank, Blip, Crazed, Depressed.
It’s all such a mess.
Your writing resonates deeply within me. I feel connected to you though our challenges.