when a whisper becomes so loud

so deafening

you forget what there was to listen to

role call in class feels different

when your name is called

you recite it back

and it’s never acknowledged

yet the day and everyone else involved

carries on without a hitch

the fullness of a text message

are just hollow, empty words

when the ink on the pen

is still fresh

and you can’t even read the words

that you, yourself have written

there’s an absence of care

a lack of enthusiasm

finally realizing you’ve withdrawn

while trying to draw out emotions

your verbiage loses its luster

the smoke you once welcomed in your lungs

becomes a smog you can’t get rid of

the willingness to talk

becomes a desperation to live

keep trying

maybe someone will notice you’re dying

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