So is this where I belong?
Alone at the edge, waiting.. watching..
I’ve stopped breathing, the air poisons me.
My heart stops beating; and yet I feel nothing.
Numb.
My body is frozen in time.
I move, but feel nothing, go nowhere.
I am doomed to an eternity of this;
This nothingness.
This loneliness.
I see the knife go through my chest;
Again, and again.
But I still can’t feel it.
Warm tears wash away my face.
I’ve forgotten how to live.
My empty mind is blown away in the wind.
I am nothing.
There is nothing left of what once was me.
I’m worn away with the time.
But I am still here.
I still haunt this place where I am trapped.
Forever, and ever.
Waiting; watching.
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The Ghosts of my past.
ŞiirLiterally, the ghosts of my past. My pain and such. Poetry from 2008-2009.