Do you know,
What it feels like,
To change?I thought,
I didn't.
I was wrong.I used to be,
Carefree and happy,
But now I'm different.I feel,
Empty,
And restrained.It gets hard,
To think straight,
Like my thoughts are,
Running away.Each one,
Broken up,
So it's one word,
At a time.I can't hold,
Them for long.
They slip away.I guess,
I did change,
Because I used to,
Know.I used to,
Communicate.I used to,
Feel.I used to,
Be me.Now I am,
Just a shell,
With echoing thoughts,
Repeating,
Again and again.And whisps,
Of others,
That are too broken,
To decipher.Like I'm,
Out of breath,
Or something.I need to,
Slow down,
And rest.It gets harder,
To move.I get weaker,
I stumble,
I fall.I get sicker,
It gets worse,
I feel,
Dead.I'm in pain.
I can't,
Escape this,
Forsaken place.I used to,
Be free.I was,
Much younger,
Much purer.Now I'm,
Older,
Corrupted.I guess,
I did,
Change.
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Nobody Believes Me
PoetryJust a book of random poetry, short stories, and whatever else I felt the need to write. Enjoy I guess :^) Completed.