Not the Hug I Wanted

I don’t recognise anyone,
they don’t recognise me.
A room full of people
wouldn’t make a difference,
I just don’t feel my own existence.
Is it them or me?
One second feels
like eternity.
Then all of a sudden
a thousand cold
knives are pressed
against my skin.
I realise it’s not
the hug I wanted.
I keep falling
further into the
depths of my mind.
I’m swallowed by darkness,
where silence is loud,
it’s deafening.
I can’t figure it out
so I tried to run
away from it all.


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