They don't feel like themselves Not anymore They were different once Now, they are like a shell of their former selves They fade into the background And slip through the cracks Haven't you noticed how they don't laugh like they used to Or how they hardly eat anymore and then one day, Eat too much They're afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing They can't help but apologize Because everything is their fault They've grown a protective shield around themselves But they still let someone in And then the last pieces of them get slowly thrown away They don't know or understand how they've become like this They don't know how they became like this, or when, or why They only have the memory of who they used to be Someone who was wild and open, who was down for anything Who never had a bad thought At the beginning sleep was still a refuge It was like being dead, but without the commitment But now, even sleep is hell When was the last time they didn't wake up after a nightmare They have nothing but the memory Of who they used to be.
Sorry, this definitely isn't one of my "better" poems. I wanted to say that I probably won't be around much, at least for a few weeks, family problems, sorry. Thank you for taking the time for reading my "work".