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.

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