i wake up everyday thinking, i'll be okay today! i'll feel better somehow.
but i just wake up feeling like a dead body. like i can see things walking and talking.
i see dead souls smiling and laughing like their living their best life.
when will i die? when will i get to stop feeling hurt and broken.
when will i stop covering myself, hiding myself from every little scary thing.
i tell myself people are no longer human.
they are ghosts with ugly souls and pretty faces.
Copyright © monia amin | Year Posted 2017
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