I think I’m lost in this world.
I suppose I’ve never really been found.
Just floating about,
Gliding through the dreams and whispers.
I flit between glee and despair.
Never going to the extreme if ether side,
Never quite wanting to dance in the arms of light or dark.
So I waver between the two.
Never settled or contented,
Never wanting to explain the mechanics of my mind.
The cogs are getting rusty now,
Always stuck on “it doesn’t matter”.
I can feel my battery wearing thin,
And I’m not sure if I can recharge this time.
And as i lay here now I feel the urge to scream at everything and everyone,
Shout, bawl, yell and wail at all the imperfections I see in my life.
But as I open my mouth only a sigh escapes and my mind becomes mute,
I know that no matter how my mind feels nothing will change.
So I put this question forward to you now.
Will you miss me when I’m gone?
Or will I just become “that girl, you know the one that…”
Your choice, which one will I become to you?
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