isolation/ the death of a soul
five months ago, i had dreams
five months ago, i had plans to live
five months ago, i had hope for a future where i could stand on my own two feet
five months ago, people were my drug
an unending buzz of activity to distract me from my pain
i found safety in crowds, in parties, in friends
five months ago, my world came crashing down
i thought i was unstable before until stability itself shattered
shattered into nonsensical phone calls and emails
into miscommunicated news and theories
they told us it was nothing
we believed them
we believed them until they told us to go home
i believed them until an email left me sobbing on the floor, hopeless and terrified
i trusted them to give me a future until they ripped it away
the fragile life i had been waiting for, the dreams that had pushed me through
gone
friends left without a goodbye
their belongings still in their rooms
fear lurking in every corner
black poisonous shadows on everything they had touched
i thought i knew fear
it had provided cold comfort during my sleepless nights
it held my hand through every decision
it caressed every word that slipped out of my mouth
fear was a companion but never my friend
no, now fear was the empty unknown of a lonely world
fear was walking into my house, not knowing the next time i would leave
fear was surviving four months before i stepped out my door again
i walked into a world unlike the one i left
a world that was only surviving
not living
people were afraid to breathe
afraid to touch
afraid to see
afraid to live
me, i just wanted freedom
i needed people, craved them during the lonely nights and the broken days
thirsted for acceptance and love
i wanted freedom until i realized that it was only an empty shell of the past
being able to only life halfway was more crushing that not living at all
being in public in a crowd of people where no one says a word
where no one can touch or laugh
where you are counted and herded and muzzled and drowning in your own breath
scrubbing your skin raw and burning it with chemicals in the name of safety
look but dont touch
come but dont stay
living in chains, unable to feel the comfort of a simple touch
just a hand reaching out with a heart saying
i understand
im here
im suffering too
but connection has been forbidden, substituted by a blank screen
numbers, letters, code
no comfort
just emptiness
feeling more alone than before, living separated by plastic, by glass, by wire fences
god, this is not life
this is not the life i want
this is not the life that i want to be living
this is not the dream i created to get me through my entire life
i know this invisible enemy is dangerous but you know what is more devastating
what hurts more than disease is the death of a soul
the death of thousands of dreams left in isolation for too long
the quiet shaking of a girl in a crowd, terrified of people who used to be her saviors
the loss of hope
the broken shells of people whose recovery has been ground under the heel of a boot
blown away in the wind
people who have not only lost their progress but shattered even more
people like me
people like me
and no, this isnt a cry for help because im terrified
no this is a cry of anger
ive lost my friends, ive lost my schedule, ive lost my life
my dreams were stolen, my freedom was stolen
my hope for the future was shattered
i dont know who i am or what i want anymore
the world has changed too much for me to establish a plan
and most of all, im losing my mind
im going crazy and that terrifies me the most because i cant be crazy
i want to live in a way that i cant if i keep breaking
it didnt take my health, it took my soul
and now, this isolation is driving people apart
people are forgetting how to love, how to trust
all they see is different
danger
and im screaming "why cant there be a safe space"
tie me up in the chains of my depression
sink me in the ocean of my tears
drown me in this loneliness until its safe for me to live again
and for the love of god, dont dig me up unless youre ready to heal me