something heavy
is sitting on my chest
tonight, not warm at
all but cold and metallic
and uncomfortable,
the taste of blood
on my tongue and
i don't know why i
don't know why i can't
seem to understand
people anymore i don't
know why i
am not human am so
disconnected
why i am falling apart
why am i so alone
Author notes
i feel like nothing is real at all. like everyone i see is so fake and i am so fake and everything is a movie set that i can't understand and sometimes when people talk i don't hear what they're saying, i just hear sounds repeated over and over and over in my head and nothing makes sense and nothing is okay and it's not my fault that i only feel this way between the hours of 5 p.m. and 7 a.m., it's not my fault that i can't help me
please?
Comments
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evocative
This shows your mood well. It is very vivid language and the very construction of the poem shows that feeling.

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I understand. I've been feeling that way too..



