Why can’t I lift a finger?
When all I wanted to do is to run.
Why can’t I speak,
when all I wanted to do is scream.
Why can’t I move,
when all I wanted to do is breath.
The air feels thick.
The silence is deafening.
The white light brightens the room,
but darkness is all I see.
*sigh.
It’s getting back to me. The one thing that has left me for months. It’s coming back and eating my insides. You have no idea. It’s because you’ve done nothing to even notice.
