My skin itches,

Red marks appear from the roughness of my nails

That I cannot help but bite.


I walk through halls and different rooms,

Through different scenes,

Some which will mesmerise,

But I feel trapped.


I am stuck in my head.



I only see through blue, brownish, greenish orbs.

Shades of the universe,

A milky way that swirls and twists,

Endlessly spinning in the abyss,

But these colours trap me.

These sights feel unpleasant.


Am I suffocating?

I see, I talk, I touch,

But something is lacking.

Something is numb.

It is me, my body, myself,

But it is numb.

It feels meaningless.



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