I feel cloudy
My feet are on this earth
but my mind
disconnected
far away and out of reach
The world is going by
and I am lost in thought
My eyes wont let me see
what kills me every time I look
I look down at the words dribbling from my hand to the page
and know their not my own
I look around at the people I associate with
and know the real me is floating somewhere
far above us
I line my eyes with dark paint
and no one takes me seriously
My spirit's slowly fading
so slowly no one notices
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 3:14 AM UTC
I feel cloudy
My feet are on this earth
but my mind
disconnected
far away and out of reach
The world is going by
and I am lost in thought
My eyes wont let me see
what kills me every time I look
I look down at the words dribbling from my hand to the page
and know their not my own
I look around at the people I associate with
and know the real me is floating somewhere
far above us
I line my eyes with dark paint
and no one takes me seriously
My spirit's slowly fading
so slowly no one notices
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