I spend long hours wondering who I am,
and who I used to be
I think about the differences between my two selves
One my past, and one my present
I am now long, quiet nights
And poisonous words
I used to be energy
And constant prayers to my lord
I am now a ghost of who I was
And a smoldered pyre
I used to be side clenching laughter
And a bright burning fire
I am now dark thoughts
And long hours staring at the top of a bottle of bleach
I used to be the one with stars on my fingertips
And a warm future on my tongue to teach
I am now a shell of a person
And much more broken than anyone can see
I used to be the one who dreamt, of galaxies and movies
And I fixed my cracks as soon as they came to be
I wonder what I will be
When theres nothing left of my soul to see
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Lost In My Head
Poesía"This is something that I hope no one will ever see, because this one thing..... Just this once, I wish to treasure for only me" ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ A book of poetry and prose, and the general musings of my fucked up mind
