Like a veil has been lifted
Or has it been put on?
The world seems nothing like it did before.
And my words come out just to fill a hole.
I feel emotions by trying to remember how they felt like.
I copy the motions and expressions in hopes that it will bring back.
What once felt like being "alive".
I quite the voices in my head telling me it's a lie.
That my memories are an illusion, giving me hope that never existed.
And it was and all is just a fabrication of my mind.