Something is missing in my soul
Emptiness consumes me
Desperate to feel
Something
Anything
Reaching but you’re not there
Crying out but you can’t hear
I’m not real
My life a dance for all to see
Smile
Laugh
Joke
Your perfect fantasy
But my world is incomplete
Residing behind the glass wall
The wall I’ve created on my own
Each day a piece of me dies
Holding myself still
Watching
Waiting
Reaching but you’re not there
Crying out but you can’t hear
I’m not real
Love this one!! XOXO -Dianna
ReplyDeleteI really like this one, it touches me. Full of sorrow and yearning.
ReplyDeleteLife is one big act. Some guy named William came up with that thought.
ReplyDeletehmm... I can relate to this in a big way, Miss WookiesGirl. There was a point in my life where I literally mourned the death of myself. I am, thankfully, not in that place anymore and have managed to slowly bring myself back to life. As much as it may seem impossible, you can return to REAL. Just don't give up. This poem sits very heavily upon my chest. I understand the meaning deeply. <3
ReplyDeleteI second Carrie's comment. It's learning to write your own script that is the hard part. Great poem sweetie!
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