I am not okay.
Yet again.
Yes, we are back to this conversation we seem to have every week
But I have reached my peak.
I would like tell you exactly what's wrong but,
I don't even know.
So, im writing it in poetry form,
I highly apologise though.
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I feel like I'm deserted,
Like there is no people,
no matter how many miles I walk,
Or how many words I talk,
Even when there is someone sat right next to me.
I feel like I'm dead,
Like a person walking in a zombies body,
No matter how much I pinch my skin,
Or how many races I win,
Even when I slept that night.
I feel like I'm lost,
Like I have no sense of direction,
No matter how many times I check that goddamn compass there is no helping me.
It must be broken.
I must be broken.
You see, even if you helped me
I still wouldn't be free
I would be as free as a bird in its cage
Taking centre stage.
Copying its owner as it can't survive alone.
I mean, who said a birds can't survive alone.
I can and have for as long as I can remember,
Not saying in a bird but,
I might as well be stuck in a cage,
Just not taking centre stage.
