Faces blend into shades of grey.
Every voice starts to sound the same.
Shouting words of disappointment
as I hold out my hands to represent
Every failure they create.
Every mistake they have made.
Every thought too weak to cross my lips is pouring out of my fingertips.
Everything I ever knew falling apart in front of you.
A spectacle of failed attempts at a life of happiness.
Embrace the comfort of letting go,
savor the sound of losing hope.
There will be no redemption for me.
Just a knack for tuning out the dull beating in my brain
telling me I'm losing more of myself with every passing day