Where Did I Go?
Must I live like this every day? Must I stand on the
Broken ground? Must I see what everyone sees? Must I hear my motivation
Slip away? Must I...
Must I be me?
What is "Me"?
Do I know this person who is a figment of
A glitch on a screen
In the dead of night
As you sleep? Is "Me" a glitch on a screen in the dead of night?
Do i understand what peace is? Do I know what it
Means? Must I hear my motivation scream out before I faint? It is "Me"
Now. It is me.
I left myself in the dark and I see no escape from my own selflessness.
"It's to the point of insanity," they say.
This wonderful torture surrounds me as I think, as I
Speak, as I sing, as I delve into
Insanity.
I do live. I see it in the
Depths of my porcelain, crippled, constant and tender heart.
I do see it. It is there. I am somewhere. But
Not here.
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