Is this what I'm meant to be?
A lost memory, fading out of existence.
Feels like my mind has stopped retaining information,
and my body, froze atop a world of quick pace.
I do not know how anyone can do it.
For the loneliness is a wolf, and i am but a freshly birthed hare.
I wish to feel protected, prioritized.
Instead i am alone, objectified.
Mortified.
Traumatized.
The ordeals of my mind tells me it can change,
but what does that really entail?
Suicide? Hope?
Maybe one day I'll know the answer.
But the true question i ask myself late at night,
will i be alive enough to find it?
YOU ARE READING
Poems Of A Lost Soul
PoetryWelcome to my collection of gothic poetry. I as long as i have pain, i will continue to add more. Critique me all you want,it will help me create something that will actually one day be called true gothic poetry.
