This is what it feels like.
The tides are ebbing and I am drowning in this misery.
I’ve more than earned my keep but my hands are still tied.
There will be no tears as my ducts have dried up.
This heart has become from all the beating.
I shout but no words come out, not even a single audible sound.
I refuse to be pitied but I wallow in this sorrow.
Will it still be the same tomorrow?