Autopilot
I'm done.
Done with everything.
Stuck on autopilot.
I'm numb.
My fight, gone.
Gone with the rest of my hope.
Hope was slowly fading.
Hope is forever gone now.
I don't feels anything anymore.
Faking smiles is what it's come to be.
Stuck on autopilot.
............
(My poem)
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Poems About My So Called Life
Poetrypoems somewhat about me, how I am, And what I keep bottled up.
