Stuck.
Like in the ocean filled with lies.
Or in quicksand, choking on memories.
Tied with strings like a puppet,
Being forced to dance like a slave.
Chained in a cage like a animal,
Seen as nothing to this day.
Failure, escape, empty.
Failure to be what I’m expected to be.
Escape the reality and hide in my dreams.
Empty and numb to everything.
Stuck.
I feel stuck.
The future is only getting closer,
Life is changing from what I knew.
I am not her.
She is not me.
She will never be me anymore.
She is GONE.
Forgotten.
Her existence was Fatal from the start.
All that’s left is the Shards,
No Th30ries or answers.
All left in the past.
Stuck.
In a limbo or purgatory.
I’ll never understand what I’ve become.