Sometimes, I feel as if
Everything is a dream.
I am the opposite of what I am today,
And today is not the same day
That truly belongs to me.
I truly feel like I've entered somewhere,
A somewhere that doesn't exist.
A place of mere blackness
Of an empty hole,
Holding my eyes shut.
I feel very small, compared to this whole world,
The Galaxy, or a simple star.
Compared to them all,
I'm only dust.
I'm not even the smallest piece to a puzzle.
I feel like I truly belong to nothing
Not even reality itself.
Reality almost feels fake to me.
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Lunchbox
PoetryLunchbox, a collection of poetry. (!!!May contain sensitive topics!!!) I really like to express myself through poetry, it's a good way to cope and I enjoy doing it in my spare time, even if I'm not very good at it. These may seem a little too em...
