[A/N: The story of people who are struggling to keep up with themselves.]
Every night I weep
When the world thinks I am asleep,
But how can I sleep,
When I don't know who I am ?
What I used to be is nothing,
And what I wanted to be
Is never happening,
So how should I know who I am ?
I do things unknowingly,
How do I know they are correct ?
The world thinks I am at peace,
Because they can't see my scars,
But everyday is a war for me,
As my ally and enemy are both alike.
And my pillow is my best friend,
They only one who understands me,
And hugs me as willingly as I do,
And even though it isn't alive
The affection I feel is the one
That I could feel in nobody's arms.
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Annihilated
شِعرHighest Rank: #18 in poetry (02/21/17) "here I stand, void of thoughts and feelings, annihilated, mind, body and soul" Previously: Human Norms Previous Cover by: @TrinityAndBeyond
