Evaporating into space,
Count me out right now.
Don't stop me from dying,
I'm ready to make my final bow.
Questioning assumptions made,
With many deceiving smiles.
Breaking away into the air,
Assortments of me in vials.
Stranger things have happened,
Than me losing a grip on life.
I might not have done all I wanted to do,
But I lived my life with strife.
Abandoning this building,
Don't keep the doors shut.
Don't stop me from dying,
I don't want to seal the cut.
Amber lights of disbelief,
Shadows keep calling me through.
What am I supposed to do?
But do and just stay true.
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Emotional Amnesia
PoetrySometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more...
