Sometimes I wonder
If anyone can hear me...
Or if the sound of my desolation
Is too piercing for human ears.

Sometimes I wonder
Ifanyone can see me...
Or if they have become
Just as desenstized as I.

I sit here, my mind wandering
Through passages I've revisited repeatedly...
When can I break the cycle
And become once again
What I've always known
I have the potential to become?

Nothing lasts, everything fades.

And yet the pain persists.