I've taken my time to see my life through the eyes of the people around me.
I've noticed things that only people outside my own four walls can see.
Through the eyes of witnesses I've never known.
Aware of things I myself have never felt.
The slight awareness of distant memories, never feel like my own.
A childhood I've never been aware of but present in others memories.
A whole life gone within an instant.
The only thing that remains is the harsh reality of the source of my constant state of unease.
Everyday is another reminder of what I've grown to forget.
YOU ARE READING
Pillow Poetry
PoetryA mesh of my mind and my heart trying to talk at the same time. I hope you enjoy my jumbled thoughts and trauma dump.
