May 5th 2014
More and more often I look around me and I'm confused. I feel as if I where a stranger in my own life.
A stranger in my body. A stranger in my home.
(Whatever home is.)
The only place I've felt safe is my bed. But my protector have started to betray me.
The strange world around me is seeping into my dreams. Now I am a stranger even there.
I look at myself and I don't recognize myself. How did I become this?
This ghost of someone who used to be a real person. Now only a shell.
This ghost of someone who used to be a real person. Now only a shell.
Insecurities and flaws stitched together with the whispers of a good, once thriving, heart.
Who am I now? Who was I before?
How did I get here? How do I escape?
How did I get here? How do I escape?
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