An Internal Facade
December 12, 2014
It is a feeling in your stomach:
the emptiness,
the hunger,
the self-loathing.
It is a feeling of depersonalization:
the cold sweat of panic,
the suffocation from poisonous thoughts,
the tears of defeat.
It is a feeling of placelessness:
the exhaustion from a lost night of sleep,
the scratches embedded on a now frail body,
the dark bruises staining your eyes.
It is a feeling of inadequacy:
the fear of rejection,
the pain of ridicule,
the constant need for approval.
It is a feeling of sudden terror:
the long nights spent paralyzed,
the lasting memories of the latest nightmare,
the fear of slumber.
It is a feeling of solitude:
the comfort found in death,
the disinterest in everything,
the darkness looming over a numb body.
It is a feeling of corpulence:
a feeling of constant worry,
a feeling of frustration,
a feeling of worthlessness,
a feeling of dread,
a feeling of complete desolation.