Who am I? I don’t know anymore. It’s hard to live a life, Where are your fond memories feel like you’re watching someone else’s life. I’m this empty shell that just goes through the motions of life, I laugh, I joke, and I plaster on my perfected smile, I cry, But after all of that is through, At the end of every day….
I just feel so empty
Void of everything I thought I was. There are few people who make me feel *real Close friends, Lovers, Ex-friends and lovers, Sometimes those real feelings are even enjoyable.
But they never last. When all comes to a close at the end of the day, I lay in bed, Staring into the darkness, Feeling nothing.
Am I even human?
How is it possible, That I can be a stranger to myself?