I am a shadow, living here--
energy dispersed,
memory foggy.
I am a shadow--
where did my mind go?
Where went the girl
who ate sunshine and rainbows?
I walk around
like a ghost--
my attentions precede me.
My actions unfold
like a bayonet--
rising and falling.
I watch them,
they watch me.
This is not destiny.
No one can save me.
I'll admit,
I like being high-risk.
It gives me
an identity.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
I am a shadow, living here--
energy dispersed,
memory foggy.
I am a shadow--
where did my mind go?
Where went the girl
who ate sunshine and rainbows?
I walk around
like a ghost--
my attentions precede me.
My actions unfold
like a bayonet--
rising and falling.
I watch them,
they watch me.
This is not destiny.
No one can save me.
I'll admit,
I like being high-risk.
It gives me
an identity.
depersonalization, shadow, poetry, depression, suicide
