writing dreams

11.

2.02.15

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I don't feel alive anymore.

I'm physically and mentally decaying.

My brain is just a piece of meat that stopped working years ago.

My body is breaking down and is scarred from all the marks of the world.

Even my own marks.

There's no words that could describe my pain.

My sorrow.

This empty void that can't be filled.

I don't know why I'm still living.

When I'm practically dead already.

I'm just a ghostly being floating around in a word in which It doesn't belong.

A world that hates my existence.

Sometimes I feel as if I can slip away and no one would even notice.

I'm just a past pretense.

Nothing about me is worth knowing about.

I'm just a girl that tries to fit into a world it doesn't belong.

I don't know where my home is.

But it isn't here.

There is no poetic way to say I feel dead inside.

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(I'm sorry..it sounds depressing..I'm just going through a lot of shit right now..)