I am a silhouette of the person I once was.
I've let my thoughts consume me over the years, and what was once a wholesome person with a meaning and place in the universe has now been replaced with a pathetic weak creature with no passion to drive them or curiousness to use in the world. I am hollow with my new found existential crisis and tinted black with my own insecurity; a silhouette.
I am a corpse of what used to be alive.
I was thrown around in the tsunamis of my mind, I was beaten and sliced by the sharp rocky shards and I was inhumanely frozen by the ice cold water. I am now not basking in the glory of warm happiness but now just a skeleton with skin washing up on a grey shore; a corpse.
I am an intruder on what was safe ground.
I have torn down my goals and dreams and replaced them with self-depreciation and doubt. I have replaced all my wonders and hopes with unhappiness and now I feel wrong with the body and reputation I had so long ago, and now falsely own. I walk around in a body that surely doesn't belong to me anymore, a body that needs to be taken away from me before I wreck it even more; an intruder.
I am nothing but
A silhouette
A Corpse
An intruder
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoesieI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
