detached
Do you remember that chemistry trick from when we were kids?
You'd pour the oil into the water and they wouldn't mix?
That's how I feel going through life,
completely detached,
just slowly sinking to the bottom of the glass.
If I'm being honest, and usually im not,
I don't actually remember attending that class.
Isn't that funny? Isn't it sad?
I don't recall being there, and I won't remember writing this,
and when all is over, I know I won't be missed.
Are we even sure that I exist?
I'm never present, I'm never aware,
I'm floating idly like oxygen-less air.
And one day, the glass will be empty,
and I just won't be there.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
कविता- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
