I am not here
I'm not listening to my teacher's daily rants on archetypes
I'm not smiling at my companion's little jokes
I am simply not here
My body is sitting on this chair
My hand is writing across this paper
My feet are planted on this wooden floor
And yet
I am
Not
Here
My ears hear voices
My eyes see faces
But my mind cannot fathom any of it
Is it me?
Am I at fault here for this crippling emptiness?
Or are you to blame?
Are you the reason why I can't feel anymore?
In the end it doesn't matter
Because I am not here
What matters is that I find my way back to my body
Before it is too late
Before my mind finds a body that is no longer breathing
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
I am not here
I'm not listening to my teacher's daily rants on archetypes
I'm not smiling at my companion's little jokes
I am simply not here
My body is sitting on this chair
My hand is writing across this paper
My feet are planted on this wooden floor
And yet
I am
Not
Here
My ears hear voices
My eyes see faces
But my mind cannot fathom any of it
Is it me?
Am I at fault here for this crippling emptiness?
Or are you to blame?
Are you the reason why I can't feel anymore?
In the end it doesn't matter
Because I am not here
What matters is that I find my way back to my body
Before it is too late
Before my mind finds a body that is no longer breathing
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