A frail piece
What can I feel
to make me exist??
Feeling like a stranger in my own body
Living in a made believe world
with all the possibilities
but I still don't no who I am.
I've felt dead for a while,
I don't see a future
I only see d past.
I've been painting perfect pictures
of my life
the life I wish I had
for a moment I taught I could be her
the happy person
I've been lying to my self
I could be different
I feel like I'm living dead
there's a preceding pain
I don't no what the causes
but a bullet wound would feel better
or an arrow to my chest
YOU ARE READING
My mind's outlet
Poesiawhat my lips can't say Just a collection of poems I've written. Feel free to comment XOXO🦋