I carry around the body of someone who would have been dead
I feel like somebody else
Who can’t feel; themselves
Someone who should have died long ago
It doesn’t feel like me
Empty head
Chest filled with intense feelings
And stomach pains
A nobody surfing everyday life
A walking corpse
A Mind wishing to finally rest
And not to live what might be left
A pair of Legs wishing to discover the world
And wander empty streets at night
A reflection of who I am
By the side of a dear friend holding me tight
While I’d be losing my fight
Trying their best not to lose me from their sight
Dancing on a fine line
A Fine line between life and death
Rime SABBAR
Email: rimsabbar934@gmail.com
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