I thought that I was normal
how I felt and how I lived
but is it normal to feel nothing?
is it normal to know existence?
is it normal to not know life?
normal
maybe there is no such thing
there are those who dance and sing
those who cry themselves to sleep
tell me
what's the difference?
how can I feel so much
and yet feel nothing?
just who am I?
can you tell me why I'm here?
where am I wondering?
it's lonely
it's empty space
transparent and without a face
save me
hurry before it's too late
before I can't escape
I'll forever be gone
left without a trace
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
