Invisible Pain

For all who suffer

Inside my soul it aches in places I've never known;

Trying to suppress every inch of feeling.

So many nights spent alone staring at the wall;

Praying, hoping, wishing it would go away.

The terrible feeling of being dead while alive;

Pain and guilt of a life half lived.

For fear that truly living would disappoint;

Is being half-alive better? Solitary confinement better than breathlessness?

Ask the ones who mourn the loss;

Vacated spaces where lonely souls used to be.

They left a gap;

No other puzzle piece could ever fit.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds like a description of clinical depression. The sadness, guilt and helplessness are almost palpable. The mention of solitary confinement alludes to isolation, another symptom. Not a good space to be in.