im not silent either

its just my pain is silent

i still talk about things sometimes to some people if they show a genuine interest or what appears to be an interest... because i dont really care about hiding the stupid **** anymore...

but such as you said most of the time im detached from it...

and have to walk around covered in these blankets of distrust...
feelings of masks... covering up many things and wearing multiple emotions and bodies at once... living many different lives that arent mine... becoming others who arent me... i dont know who i am anymore

im an empty mass, feeling of waste of space...
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a damaged vessel, unable to function optimally...

unable to connect to my own sensations, memories, feelings...

but it doesnt matter anymore... its probably better this way...

sorry you are going through it too...