Is it empathy, understanding, love?
The clamour of supporters deafens me
“Let’s talk about mental health”
“Listen to those who suffer”
That should be miraculous, not
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
I remain, plighted by worry,
The clamour fades and I become solitary,
Header image by Emma Veares