and I've been pretending to feel alive
for so long now
that I forgot what it's like
to stop.
and I've been dying on the inside
for so long now
that's the insides
are becoming the outside.
and I've been wanting to die
for so long now
that I'm afraid
I won't have to want anymore
it will just
be.
YOU ARE READING
i am not real , but you were
Poetrya collection of thoughts i refused to let slip away with the wind
