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I feel like nothing
insignificant
the blackest shade of grey
living in an empty room
with no doors
and windows that can't be reached
how can you breathe

lips stitched into silence

I sleep but never dream
I feel like no one
transient
everywhere I go
I am a sanitary stranger
with no home
flourescent lights can't be breached
people going nowhere
martyrs always dying
for another worthless cause
If you're near me

I am deaf now

If you hear me

I can't scream

If you're praying

pray for me now

but these white walls

mean everything

everything