Sometimes you feel so lonely despite being with a friend,
The feeling of choking despite joking around.
The feeling of being alive despite being numb and depressed,
The feeling of being free despite you're trapped.
Maybe you're too comfortable.
You stare at the mirror — you, a hollow that resembles you.
The laughter fades when no one's watching.
Your eyes say what your mouth won't confess.
You keep sinking in silence, screaming inside,
Pretending this pain is just another phase.
A shadow of you walks, talks, and smiles.
But you know the truth: you're not really there.
Just a ghost in a body that forgot how to care.