Monday, June 11, 2012

Detached

I'm just a voice
In a pocket of your brain

Your just ghosts that follow me
When I walk

Life is a computer game
And I'm an animated character

What is real?
Are you? I can't feel.

And I spin but I can find sturdy ground

Trying to disappear, and block out these sounds.

But I'm drowning
In a dimension I dont belong

Anxiety, eating.

I dont know what to do
I dont know what I knew

Need to end
Need to feel
Real

This is all pretend

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