I can't feel myself crying
My static brain won't stop buzzing
Who am I really
If I can't even feel anything
I've been taken to where
Hopeless romantics all die
When love stops being real
There's no purpose in being alive
My cheeks are damp
I can't see through my puffy eyes
My detached daydreams
Make really feel like a disguise
I don't seem to recognize myself
Mirrors magnify everything that I see
I just need to organize these thoughts
But will my words mean anything to anybody
The months all blur together
My lungs fill with recycled air
I know I'm not living
But if I'm dying I don't know if I care

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use your words- a poetry collection
PoetryJust a collection of unused lyrics, songs, or poems that I'm in the process of writing. Take inspiration from these words if you'd like and enjoy. :)