I have no feeling left
It seems I've drifted away
Missing person, if you will
I lost myself in the sinking of my own lost identity
And never found it
Evaporating like a puddle in the sun
Decapitating ,
And differentiating
I've gone numb.
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts
