Sometimes I can't feel who I am
I have fallen from grace
and my life, my heart has lost its pace
and the best part is no one gives a damn.
I wanna see the light
nothing in my world is free
I'm living in my own hell
beating myself up with fiery optimism.
What I lost in the fire
was my sense of spirt
my heart and body
one cannot exist without the other.
Sometimes I can't see who I am
mirror, mirror, on the floor
broken into pieces
shards of me, bleeding.
What I lost in the water
was my sense of being
it just floated away
into dark crevices.
Sometimes I don't know my pain
others can see it
without looking at me
and I don't know how to hide anything
anymore.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is sad but it sure is smooth. The last staza
stuck out to me it was good and your poem was very honest I like that.
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