I’m not really here

I’m not really here

nothing feels real.

Neither living or existing

when you can’t tell the difference

you can’t feel it.

I could be flying

and not in a plane

up high falling down

all I feel is distance

I’m disconnected.

If I was in space I’d be lost

even if there was help in the form of a faraway voice entwined with my own.

Pain is a cruel master

and when it takes a hold

I’m not really here

I’m just passing by

observing.

I’m here for you

but should you try to return what is taken as a favour I think it’s only right that you know

there’s no way you could ever be here for me

because I’m not really here.

Thank you for reading ❀ Hope you’re having a lovely day!

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11 Comments

    1. Thank you Gracie πŸ€— it was difficult to write but I’m hoping with it out changes take place in just noticing it’s not how things should be and not accepting it’s how they will be forever ❀

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