I move and breath
Like I'm alive
But those are just motions
I am dead inside
I'm a ghost merely drifting
Floating around
My meaning has been lost
And hasn't been found
I feel so pointless
By just being here
All I ever do
Is live in fear
I'm no help to the world
I'm not really that great
I don't know why
I'm filled with hate
Why was I cursed
Why am I myself
If I were to buy me
I'd go back to shelf
I'm simply just around
Not helping anyone
It's been many years
Since I've had fun
Why am I here
I've constantly cried
For the last few years
I've been dead inside
YOU ARE READING
Distorted
PoetryI've been writing for years . And some of my works on here were written when I was younger and didn't have the best understanding of writing .So bear with me because those don't reflect who I am as a writer anymore . . . . I believe, the BEST way t...
