Fragments

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.

By Zeinswords.

 

Written in honour of mental health awareness month (United States)

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