Adrift, Wondering, forever stagnant in one spot, oppressed by my very thoughts. No longer seeing the picture-perfect world I had painted, no longer seeing the smiling faces of those that were important to me not so long ago.
I gaze into the only thing that sees you as you truly are, all flaws, imperfections, and vulnerability, the only thing that will reveal the inevitable ruinous secrets that you try so desperately to hide.
I stand there deathly still assessing, analyzing, not seeing the girl I once thought I knew, no longer seeing those delicious indelible memories that have been my anchor keeping me on the brink of sanity, no longer having the motivation to look forward to anything.
I feel nothing, an overwhelming abyss of numbness consumes me and suddenly I want to be away from all of this FAR FAR AWAY, no longer rooted to this Godforsaken spot staring at the hollow shell of a person I once was
yet I can't move I can't breathe, and with every passing moment the space becomes smaller and smaller, choking, slowly spending the energy I have left, suffocating me to the point of oblivion yet I welcome it.
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Book Of The Troubled
Poetry"For who could understand such a beautifully twisted mind". Dive into the the mind of a Troubled Teen *Suggestions and criticism is welcomed but please no hate and/or hurtful comments THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK SO PLEASE NO COPYING OF ANY SORTS...
