CN hallucinations


It comes.
Is it empathy, understanding, love?
The clamour of supporters deafens me
It becomes,

“Let’s talk about mental health”
“Listen to those who suffer”
That should be miraculous, not
Not terrifying

It ends, but what changes?
I am still here
Hurting, hallucinating, horrified
That no one listens anymore

I have gone out of fashion.

The sympathy posts vanish
The feigned pity seeps away.
Leaving behind what it claimed to tolerate
and me.

I remain, plighted by worry,
The clamour fades and I become solitary,
Once again.

Header image by Emma Veares


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