I hate it when I no longer feel like myself,
just sorta zone out;
& try to remember who I am.
But it feels so extrinsic,
like I don't really belong inside my own skin.
Like the blood that's running through my veins,
isn't really meant for me.
It's like all of me is numb,
I try to enjoy things
but I'm all out of passion.
My emotions have been lacking,
put them on the back burner for so long,
I burnt away their sensation.
Given in to one too many temptations,
it puts a mark on my soul;
darkens my hindsight.
Battles in my mind,
Not sure if I'm losing
or if I'm winning.
Can we rewind;
go back to the beginning?
By Ashley Thompson
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