Pink person is leaning forward as their right hand holds onto the back of their hair - long, blue and in a half up-do. They are wearing a green top with neon yellow nails.

There is this overwhelming feeling of sadness

That wells up in my chest

And claws frantically at the throat.

This shadowing feeling of hollowness,

This overwhelming feeling of lonesomely calling,

Between wanting to say the words that cannot be said,

And the words that shouldn’t be said,

Then the words that I wanted to say,

Actually, in the end

Nothing is said.