I dont know who I am anymore, I can't see through the fog, and lately, I can't tell if the fog is even real or if I'm just fooling myself. I dont know what to believe anymore. I know I'm one thing
because I can't be the other thing, but at this point, I don't feel like anything. I don't even feel human. I feel numb. Dead. Lifeless. Fading. Unreal. I don't know what to do with myself anymore
I wish I could throw away my lifeless body like a piece of trash. I don't feel anything anymore. I just want to wait around for death. I'm stuck in the limbo. The middle of good and evil, life and
death, peace, and torment. I'm just here in the darkness floating through the abyss, hoping that one day I can feel something again. Dead and lost with no escape. Never truly happy, only
temporarily. I'm forced to look at the person I am and reflect on how awful I am. Seeing that same damn ugly face staring back at me in the mirror, thinking I never changed. I hate myself
for the image they gave me and what I'm forced to be. They never truly loved me only because of an expectation they had for me. It makes me feel worthless
disgusting. I can never be my own
person with the image they wanted still carved into me slowly, killing me as they try to save themselves from the pain. What they dont realize is that protecting themselves from the truth is only
hurting me and stopping me from living.
YOU ARE READING
LIMBO
PoetryI escaped, I barely made it out alive, the scars from yesterday still remain, never healing even after the pain. Time with nothing and no one but the demons they still follow me.
