Piece by piece I break,
The shell of what I once was, is all that’s left,
The original me, long forgotten,
All that’s left are fragments of a life no longer in existence.
I’m basically just a body in motion,
Following the normal biological functions,
Physically, I may be in top shape,
But mentally, mentally, I’m vacant, empty,
Basically a dead man walking is all that I am.
Written in honour of mental health awareness month (United States)