It’s 11:23 pm
and I don’t know who I am.
I don’t know who I see when I look in a mirror.
That person is the most unfamiliar thing I have ever laid eyes on.
Green eyes and dimples great me and
I don’t know what to say.
Its 11:43 pm and I am lost.
I am drifting across the galaxy,
floating across a sea,
lost in a mountain
and trapped in the caves.
Because Life is not easy.
Life is a series of punches that hit you over and over again
and just when you think life is done
He starts kicking
and you are screaming,
cowering under a table because life won’t give you a freaking break.
Eventually you become numb.
You become frost bitten hands in the snow,
Anesthesia during surgery and emotions that are refused to be felt.
You become empty.
Its 11:30 pm and I am empty.
I was numb, but now there is nothing left to numb.
There is nothing but an empty soul occupying a body that forgot how to feel.
Its 11:45 and I’m breathing.
Thats what I was taught. When the world is caving around you
In and out.
My lungs fill and deflate.
My mind calms.
And I just learned how to breathe.
Picture was taken by my lovely friend Carlie Dobson! Thank you! Also this is a really sad poem but eh. What can you do.