I’m feeling disconnected
I don’t know what I need
I’m feeling lost and lonely
I want someone to see
I’m drowning in the desert
I’m burning in the sea
I’m running with no purpose
Can’t run away from me
No, everything is ok
You see, everything is fine
I don’t know what is here inside me
That makes me want to run and hide
To scream until I’m silent
to hit a wall of glass
to completely disappear
is this too much to ask
I feel like I am empty
I remember when I had
The strength to stand I gave it away
Like I had more than I had
I’m just feeling disconnected
I don’t know what is wrong
I thought I had moved past this
It’s been going on too long
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
Relatable. Too familiar indeed.
This is a familiar feeling, sadly. Well done, my friend.