The weight of existence crushes me.
I am lost in the labyrinth of my thoughts.
Even in the silence, I hear the echoes of my loneliness.
I am a prisoner of my own mind.
I carry the burden of a life I don’t understand.
I am surrounded by a crowd, yet I feel invisible.
The shadows of my past define the contours of my present.
The more I search for meaning, the less I seem to find.
Time moves, but I remain frozen in my own thoughts.
I am nothing, and everything, all at once.