No energy.

No passion.

No fire.

No desire.

No feeling.

No remorse.

No will.

I feel a scream that’s been wedged in my lungs for years, just begging to break free like an oxygen bubble trying to break the surface of water, but is withheld by a layer of ice. It won’t let me cry for the help that I’m so desperately in need of. Every time I had reached out a timid hand, hoping for someone to take hold and pull me from the overwhelming darkness, there’s some unnatural force that kept that hand away. All I feel is drained.