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The time when,
The self-belief system is down
And you are running on autopilot,
Is the time to start asking some real questions.
Jordan Plunk Mar 2020
I have become the subconscious
The background
I find myself moving long before thoughts of my actions arise
I am just the vessel
An automaton with no pilot
longing for the days when i could be in control
I am only instinct now
Days feel as if they pass me by in blinks
Maybe ill wake up soon
And be myself again
Tatiana Apr 2019
I turn it off
and lose control
D  O  W  N
I go
Shea Oct 2018
I wake up.
I took two pills before I blacked
I forgot I did,
I'm on autopilot.
You might worry,
The circles around my eyes
are a tell-tale sign
I assure you I'm not fine.
I am not in control of my life
I'm living in strife
everyone I know has left me
You see,
You don't see
And that's the thing
I don't want you to see
But why doesn't anyone see?
julianna May 2018
no friends
no foes
no one to hear my woes
a drama queen at best
i tuck myself in and rest
i wake up the next day
i feel exactly the same way
a loner is what i am
so i press 'autopilot'
and try not to fight it
because it will all happen again
It will all happen again.
Azrapse Jan 2018
My face is a mask
I use to hide my feelings
No one ever sees the sadness
No one ever sees the pain
Cloak it all with just a grin
All my struggles
Tossed into this bottomless pit
I created to store unwanted feelings
A vessel on autopilot
Systematically completing my daily tasks
Fake smiles to the fake people
Tried to numb the bad
Now I don’t know good
No longer know the difference
Life is just plain.
Nicole Alyssia Sep 2017
the nights grow
longer, colder
and i,
more reclusive;
static, impenetrable
engrossed in
a self-perpetuated
state of catatonia
on my worst days

thoughts simmer
inside my mind
while i sit,
gazing out
my bedroom window
patiently waiting
for the sun
to break through
the rain
Nicole Alyssia Mar 2017
i sat awake in bed
for the past three hours,
"how can i do this better,
more -
alas, it hits me!
its impossible to become
a busier worker bee
when you're a different species
i hear a voice within,
"spread your wings,
butterfly -
DaSH the Hopeful Apr 2016
     Comatose so close to death
   Another dose of coldness swept away all my regret
Some die by the sword of vengeance, others by respect
                I myself will die calm and ready, **steadying my breath
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