some days I'm just left feeling numb,
detached from myself,
I cannot seem to enjoy
any momentsand my mind is frantic
looking for the problem
the error in my programmingbut my heart has given up
it only beats for the people around me
it beats out of guilt
and regret,
it beats to keep them happyI give them a ghost of my smile
something to make them content
I smile and nod
attention is what they likebut something inside me,
is broken,
there's a fault in my codingwhy do I feel like this,
so different from everyone
why do I feel so incompleteand that's the only thing,
running through my mind,
'Why?'why do my hands shake
at any given moment,
and my heart pounds,
so hard against my ribcageand everything is blurry,
I can't distinguish
joy and pain,
I can't control my emotions.and when I close my eyes,
all I see is demons,
out to get me,
outside the window,
behind my door,
inside my minddemons,
of my own making,
dark shapes and shadows,
constantly feeding
on my paranoia,
my discomfort,
my unease.
YOU ARE READING
weightless
Puisilate night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]