Disbelief in everything good, comfort in all that is pain.
Death can live in two places, in those that pass off this earth and in those who can’t see who they are when they look in the mirror.
A hollow body with an obsession to regain what was taken caused more hate than the thief.
Chasing who I thought I was led to a void I would never fill.
I lived in this dream that turned nightmare, where waking up was barely an option.
Whether it was inside or out, something or someone pulled me from a coma I had been in for years.
The idea I had of myself is now dead and who I am is now alive.