You walk through the halls as people that know you pass by.
People you cannot meet.
You step into English class with people reciting their homework.
Poems you cannot read.
You retreat into yourself, ignoring everything else.
Realities you cannot stay within.
Your mind is in the clouds, blank and sickly.
Thoughts you cannot think.
your ill body can't bring itself to move.
Horror you cannot place.
You open your mouth to scream but feel your throat close in a way it never has before.
Things you cannot say.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Real
Ужасы(wip) We're happy to help you too. (Cover art by me) Trigger warning: abusive relationships, disease, major violence, and delusions. Maybe derealization/depersonalization. It's not meant to specifically be that, though, so take that as you will. Thi...
