I feel so worthless. So lifeless. Sometimes I feel like one of moms antique dolls. I look in the mirror and see the same cold, glazed over eyes. Lifeless and glass. The same, dead empty look. The same painted on smile and perfected posture as I stand on display. I wish I was a doll. At least then I wouldn't be alive. Am I even alive now? I feel as if i'm just existing. I spend every day walking, talking and breathing. But I don't feel like i'm living. Like im not even here. I feel like if someone touched me I'd turn to dust and disappear. Someday I'll erase myself. Not today, but someday. Goodbye for now.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoetryCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
