Smooth and rounded, most things just slide by. Nothing really sticks around. Nothing physical anyway.
I am among many others all like me, some bigger or smaller, but we’re all ultimately the same. So many around me yet i am so alone.
Yet i am the one who feels what others don’t.
I am the one who feels the pain, who feels the iciness of life washing over everything on a daily basis. It is incredibly painful yet it is invisible so those who i want to understand, can’t.. or won’t.
It makes me want to wish this was the end. That the current would just pick me up like a piece of driftwood and carry me over the edge, into the turbulent waters below.
Surely it can’t be any worse than what i am currently having constantly wash over me.