I'm trapped in a box, but physically I'm here.
I'm alive and I'm seeing, feeling and being.
But mentally... I am gone. I interact with the world as if I truly am here.
But I feel like my soul just disappeared.
Like I'm in a coma, and my brain is still on. Perceiving the world as if it were real, but there are little cues that feel really off.
I'm scared, and I don't know what's happening. I wanna cry... but it feels so fake. I feel weak even though I'm numb.
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Written In Thoughts
PoesíaPoetry written by me. Every peom written down is first imagined up as complex thoughts, then put into words as best as I can
