What It Would Be Like to See

Sometimes I think that I must be blind

And wonder what it would be like to see

I must be blind, I think

For why else would I be trapped inside this blank world of nothingness?

Why else would the dark chase and chase and chase me no matter how fast I run?

The people, they say not to worry

They saw it's all in your head

But what they don't know

Is that I already know that

And it scares me more than I could've ever imagined

I'm scared because if it's in my head, how can I escape?

How can I escape this horrible, crushing feeling that squeezes my heart and my head and my lungs and steals my breath before it has the chance to pass between my lips?

How can I get rid of what I see when I close my eyes and what I do when no one else is around?

The world feels like it's ending

My body feels like it's being ripped apart

My head is pounding and pounding and pounding

But when I open the door, whoever was knocking is gone

And the worst part is

At the end of the day

Even when I turn on the light

I still feel

Nothing