Silence is Loud in Explicit Content

Ever feel like you’re standing in the middle of a busy street and everything/everyone is too busy with their own life they don’t even see you. You’re invisible to them. Your life doesn’t matter.
Welcome to my life.
I can’t even remember the last time someone asked if I was okay or if they could pick my brain. Three simple words was all I ever wanted, but no one was there.
Take what you want, there’s not much left.
I always was the type to help others when in need. I only ever cared about their happiness. It brought me joy to know I helped them smile. Now, that’s gone too. Will someone ever come to make me smile?
Depression kills.
Yea, it’s the hardest thing to explain to someone. Literally, nothing is wrong with your life, you have a home, friends, family; people that love you. So why do I feel like I’ being swallowed by the deep sea. I keep thinking I’m coming up for air and then the wave pulls be back under. I think I’m at the point of isolation. I don’t even want to be bothered anymore. I used to be such a bright person, full of color. Now, all I see is a lost hollow girl. I just want to feel something.
Let me be a part of something?
I’m screaming in the middle of a crowded venue. This is the only time I sort of feel something. The way the live music hits my body. It’s like the soundwaves were made for my body. It’s so in tune. I feel one with it. Three hours pass, and the silence around you returns. I try to run from it, but it always seems to find me.
Do I even make sense?
This is how my brain works. It’s always all over the place. And…
Welcome to my life.