My reality is distorted
nothing is real
I awake to find myself in the past
living the life I've lived
I am alone
my addictions thriving
I am no one, I am nothing
the present is the future
and the past is the present
I lay on the bathroom floor
violently heaving
I've lost myself
I am dying
I am weak
a mere human
emotions of glass, shattered
the shards cutting my hands
I crawl around, believing in nothing
I see nothing, I hear nothing
I just simply am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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