Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

- "Not Waving But Drowning" by Stevie Smith

My body fails me, my mind cannot grasp any line thrown towards me, my confused heart grabs a sinking stone, though that stone does not sink half as fast as my soul.

Does no one see me? Does no one care?

Perhaps I'm blowing this out of proportion. Freaking out like I did yesterday when my left arm refused to work properly. That still hasn't turned into anything big. Perhaps I will survive after all.

But, will I survive through all these lies? Without them, where are my allies? Miles and miles away. Too far out to save me. With them, where are my friends? Miles and miles away too far out to save me.

And with no truth, how will anyone know to save me? How will they know that I'm not actually waving... But drowning?

Perhaps I'll fade away, an Unkown Citizen.

Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:
Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.
- "The Unknown Citizen" by W.H. Auden