I’m watching people pass.
I can hear them talking.
I can smell their breaths.
But I can’t reach out for them.
We’re looking up at the same sky,the same stars.
We feel the same cold this night.
But I’m lonely.
I feel like caught behind a pane.
I can’t break the glass.
They don’t apologise when they jostle me.
I’m invisible. The world forgot me.
That’s part of my illness. Feeling disconnected between all the people that love you.
They can’t help you. You feel worthless. Like all your friends must descend themselves to be with you.
I want out of this!
What was that world I was dreaming of? 