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I just feel like an empty shell those were the only words I could find when asked to speak more about how I've been feeling how can I describe the way I feel when I don't even feel real? an empty egg shell split in half and lying in the trash whose insides were fried to be devoured by the devil devil or lucifer or negativity or my own mind all the same thing (being?) the fragile discarded snake skin leftover from it's owner's moult- the snake is nowhere to be found- just the shed old skin of who it used to be the remnants of the caccoon after the butterfly takes it's leave the box that your Amazon order arrived in nothing left inside, except packing peanuts I no longer feel like a human being though that statement implies I've felt like one before (I haven't) talking to others makes me feel real when I'm next to you I pretend there's something inside of this empty vessel someone tell me- what makes me who I am? as of right now I feel like all I am is a sack of flesh a lump of meat with the ability to be aware of it's self unimportance bad decisions no soul there's nothing inside I have never felt whole it's not just a piece of me that is missing it's the entire ******* thing
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
YOU ARE RUBBER AND I AM NOTHINGNESS
I just feel like an empty shell those were the only words I could find when asked to speak more about how I've been feeling how can I describe the way I feel when I don't even feel real? an empty egg shell split in half and lying in the trash whose insides were fried to be devoured by the devil devil or lucifer or negativity or my own mind all the same thing (being?) the fragile discarded snake skin leftover from it's owner's moult- the snake is nowhere to be found- just the shed old skin of who it used to be the remnants of the caccoon after the butterfly takes it's leave the box that your Amazon order arrived in nothing left inside, except packing peanuts I no longer feel like a human being though that statement implies I've felt like one before (I haven't) talking to others makes me feel real when I'm next to you I pretend there's something inside of this empty vessel someone tell me- what makes me who I am? as of right now I feel like all I am is a sack of flesh a lump of meat with the ability to be aware of it's self unimportance bad decisions no soul there's nothing inside I have never felt whole it's not just a piece of me that is missing it's the entire ******* thing
#self#depression#reality#existential#existentialism#introspective
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beckybabe
29/F
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 8:51 PM UTC
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