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Not Real

I don’t feel real enough to care about being here
Like my body is just taking up space in this place I have no attachments to
I like things but I don’t love them
Minutes turn to hours slipping away
Mirrors become walls and bedroom ceilings in the dark
I stare at nothing but see everything
Every moment passed, lost, and gained
It is overwhelming to think of every part of life that we have experienced
How it’s shaped our very paths and the way we think about the choices we will inevitably make
What happened to me
Is why I chose what I chose
What will happen to me
Is because of what’s already happened
I have no attachments
For I was not allowed any
I do not love things
Because I wasn’t allowed to express the curiosity I had towards them
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