Just a dumb poem about how I feel.

[Ilyria]

Where did it all go?
The life I was supposed to have.
Where did it all go?
I never asked for this life to live.

Why am I the way I am?
A tortured soul rotting away.
Why am I the way I am?
Just here, not living, lost to apathy.

Why won't it all go away?
The unrelenting, gnawing pain.
Why won't it all go away?
The looks, the words, the stigmatic stain.

Who lives inside this shell?
A parasitic host feeding and ugly.
Who lives inside this shell?
A beautiful butterfly, soft and lovely.

What lies in store for me?
Seething hatred, burning lungs.
What lies in store for me?
Gasping for air struggling, their vile forked tongues.

How long will I survive this way?
My only feelings battered, broken.
How long will I survive this way?
Soul stripped bare, cacophony spoken.

Who am I?
No one.

Who dwells inside?
No one.

Who will wipe my tears?
No one.

Who will save my soul?
No one.

Who will hold my hand?
No one.

Who will mend this heart?
No one.

Who will pick me up?
No one.

Who will understand?
No one.

Who will love me now?
No one.

[Amanda_Combs]

Nothing dumb about it.  Every word is true.  And I've also felt every word of it.  I only hope that it's not the only way you feel. [emoji170]


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