The truth....
The truth....
Truth....
Tell the truth...

Truth is I feel like
A mirror frozen mid-crack, stuck in crystal shards.
A heart ghosting through rhythmic beats.
Time blending like sand meeting water.

Truth is,
Nothing feels quite right.
Reality fails to make sense, staring at the clock blinking in time to, hours gone by, nothing registers expect for the seconds seamed together thoughtlessly.

Truth is,
Sense of self is
Floating down stream
Against
A harsh tide bathed in fog.
Sound muffled by calming lullabies sung by the sea
Against
Ears submerged in waves made of  grazing salt grains.

Truth is,
Truth is,
Truth is,
Nothing feels real,
Nothing feels worthwhile,
Nothing feels like living,
Nothing feels like happiness,
Nothing feels right,
Nothing feels,
Nothing feels.

Truth is,
I don't feel real
I don't feel worthwhile
I don't feel like living
I don't feel happiness
I don't feel right.

Truth is this.

© SaraM