I felt chained today. spinning down this vortex not able to move. screaming at the top of my lungs, but no one hears bc no one cares beyond what you can do for them. So they turn down the volume of your voice, just to crank up their lies they spread. Trapped in the bottom of this radio, hoping, begging someone can see the levels of your cries... But it's just an empty box, nothing but the tunes of the voices in your head, filling you with dread. Until you give up and they pronounce you d3ad.
