Sense.

I can hear my voice echo.
I can see my swollen eyes.
I can feel myself sinking
I can taste my tears,
I can smell another take-out delivery.

This house, the smallest on the block, has never felt so big
This heart, so full, has never felt so empty.
This life, so populated, has never felt so lonely.
This room, so free, has never felt more like a prison,
This family, so perfect, has never felt so torn.