Sensory Murder

They called me broken before they called me different,

Said I was sick because I felt too much.

Prescriptions, empty stares and condescending questions,

Like they could medicate what I couldn’t shut off.

I walk into a room and feel the fractures,

Every smile concealing something underneath.

I don’t just see the sorrow in their faces—

I feel it crawling underneath my skin.

There’s a word for what I am,

A name for what I can’t escape.

I’m not possessed, I’m not defective,

I just feel what others can’t take.

Sensory murder—

Every heartbeat screams inside my head.

Every stranger’s pain becomes my burden,

Every tear they hide is something I bleed.

Sensory murder—

No volume knob, no way to make it stop.

The world keeps screaming through my nervous system,

And I can’t turn the fucking volume off.

The grocery store becomes a thousand stories,

The subway turns to chaos in my veins.

Every stranger carries hidden devastation,

And somehow I absorb it all the same.

I feel the man pretending he’s not broken,

The woman hiding heartbreak behind a smile.

I feel the child who’s terrified of losing

The only thing that’s kept them safe awhile.

So I stopped leaving my apartment,

Stopped answering the outside world.

Thought isolation meant protection,

Thought silence meant the pain would stop.

Sensory murder—

Every heartbeat screams inside my head.

Every stranger’s pain becomes my burden,

Every tear they hide is something I bleed.

Sensory murder—

No volume knob, no way to make it stop.

The world keeps screaming through my nervous system,

And I can’t turn the fucking volume off.

Noise-canceling headphones couldn’t save me.

Isolation only made it worse.

I tried drowning everything in chemicals,

Tried starving human contact from my world.

But silence isn’t empty when you feel this deeply—

It leaves more room for everything to breathe.

Every emotion I refused to carry

Came back screaming twice as loud in me.

You call it weakness!

I call it drowning!

You call me broken!

I’m overloaded!

Every soul is an open wound!

Every room becomes a battlefield!

I don’t need another fucking diagnosis—

I NEED THE WORLD TO STOP SCREAMING!

Sensory murder—

Every heartbeat still tears through my head.

Every stranger’s pain becomes my burden,

Every wound they hide becomes my flesh.

Sensory murder—

Maybe I was never built to mute it all.

Maybe feeling everything this deeply

Doesn’t mean I have to let it make me fall.

There’s a word for what I am.

A name.

I’m not defective.

I’m not possessed.

I’m an empath.

And the world is screaming.