It screams out in agony when it goes unnoticed.
It demands to be felt by everyone.
No matter how much the body tries to reject the feeling,
It crawls through the skin like a thousand bugs finding food.
It comes to us by gushing out at the seams of our souls.
It punctures the heart until it shatters in a million pieces.
It demands to be felt.
It doesn’t truly ever stop until other emotions are fully decayed.
It spreads like a disease; memorising everything in its path.
We let it consume us because we think we deserve its presents.
It is like a guest who has ran out their welcome.
It demands to be felt.
It tricks the mind into never feeling anything else.
It immobilizes the bodies of the so called weak.
It is like the evil villain in stories that can’t be defeated.
It is dark gloomy days with suffocating snowfall,
lonely nights, and drowning thoughts.
It screams out in agony and demands to be felt.