Trapped In The Margins

This is me on the precipice of the edge. Anxiety slowly creeping through my veins. Exhaustion reaching an all-time high. My eyes can barely open. The filter replicates an ethereal atmosphere. A person trapped in between dreaming and waking. This is me shutting myself off from “reality.” The views don’t matter. The likes don’t matter. The shares don’t matter. This is me trying to find peace amongst the chaos. Seemingly random things coming together. A butterfly landing on my shoulder. A bumblebee getting caught in my car window. This is me hiding from the ones that I love and the ones that love me. Holding on to the one place that makes me feel alive. Alive that’s a funny word. I haven’t felt like that in a while. I feel like a robot going through the motions. A person that has given to the point of being empty. Nothing left to refill the void that is growing. I refuse to shut down on the people that love me, that need me so I play along. I don’t know for how much longer.