are you listening?

one.

the trains are
burning. planes are
crashing, and i can only hope
they're not yours.

tides are coming in,
breaking the shore, carrying
the ground beneath you
away, away with them,
and we can only

watch.

but see that guy over there?
he's laughing.

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two.

there are voices
inside my head, pulling
at the roots of my hair and
banging on the walls,
begging me, screaming at me:
'please, let me out',
'please hear me, hear me,
hear me.'

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three.

until they're all i can hear,
until i want to give in and
give up, and they've won, they've
won, until i feel like the ability

to live life fully is a dream, a hope, a
something meant only
for the lucky, until
depression fills my lungs, and
i need a new source of oxygen, and

-

four.

oh, god,
i can't breathe.

-

five.

tell me it'll be
alright. please. just lie
and say

it'll be alright.

no.