Anaesthetized

Yue42

I feel as though I’m walking on air, 
As if I’m present, but not quite there.
My heart feels heavy and my mind can’t think.
It feels cluttered and I’m trying to block 
all of these unwanted thoughts,

But they’re trying to get to me, 
they’re dragging me down
I can only do the most basic things. 
I can’t even speak.

My words sound hollow and my knees feel weak.

I can taste the bitter in the back of my throat.
I can feel the cold against my cheek, 
the lump in my throat, 
the bitter hate inside,
the loss of pride
and the fact that I could not, cannot, will not hide. 
See you on the other side.