I wonder who I am to others rather than to myself I wonder and I weep knowing life has nothing to offer (to a girl like me)
I shut my eyes with fierce and tiredness trying to forget all the things I fear Left alone in this little space in my mind filled with poison and magazine ads I feel like a ghost (in an ocean of material bodies) I’m not alive I’m a shade of who I was Letting my delusions consume me is this the right way to live?




















