The Patient

And I'm breathing
But the air is still.

And everyone around me
Looks painted from my mind.

Just voices in my head,
Just whispering in my sleep.

Alive in my dreams,
I hide beneath the sky
That watches me.

Spin, within the world
That holds me.

Because I haven't found
A place.

Just places.

Because I haven't found a person.
Just people.

And we're all crossing the same street,
And we're all passing, and hurting
Underneath.

But they're just voices in my head,
I must collapse inside, instead.