The attack against my mind leaves me lethargic.
Fully conscious—but sunken,
never fully regaining mobility.
I am stuck.
Trying to scream for someone to hear me,
But my yelps go unnoticed.
I am left to navigate this swamp alone.
Murky, dirty water fills my senses,
contaminating everything I perceive.
“You aren’t who you say you are.
I don’t trust you.
Why do you want to be near me?”
This thought is lodged deep within my subconscious,
emerging every time someone dares to get close.
I reject their advances,
digging myself deeper
into the abyss of this oppressed mind—
mentally stagnant,
hyperventilating off its trauma.
It’s only a matter of time
before they put me in an asylum—
written off as crazy,
unreachable.
So I retreat
to the dark caves of my mind,
allowing my screams
to turn into faint whispers.
I walk through life broken on the inside,
yet appearing regular on the outside—
fractured.
Pain rooted deep within.
The outside world doesn’t see.
They don’t look.
Captivated by the facade,
they are unable to see the depth.
They are shallow, hollow, and superficial.
My deliverance feels desolate—
Waiting for that one
Who walks in depth,
With skilled insight,
Who understands inner trauma
One who has endured it,
succeeded through it,
and emerged victorious from it.
But the world is silent.
The perceptions of others
mask their stories—
So no one is healed.
Healing only comes from truth, not fallacy.
I am silently waiting for you.
My revival is contingent on your testimony.
See me.
Speak up.
Speak the truth—
So I may be set free.
-Vmack