It's never quite enough,
What I do to feel alive in my body.
Some days worse than the day before
Not here just existing, though absent minded.
An alien, a stranger possessing this body I wake up in everyday
Foreign yet familiar
Doing what I'm told more like a robot programmed to do certain things.
The emptiness feels familiar
Yet frustrating at the same time
-dissociating
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
