Amnesia.

I forgot how to think.
I’m not really the person who I was before.
I was crying so much, I forgot I’m able to sink.
And now I don’t know anything anymore.

Lost in my owns lies.
I can’t keep my pillow dry.
Like there is a see in my eyes.
Nothing more to realize.

I shut myself out.
Tortured myself for months.
All I could do was shout.
But it feels like it’s all over now.

Every song I heard, I cried.
Every breath I took, I died.
Every step I took, I broke.
Shattered on the ground, I got no hope.

I still laugh like I always did.
And at those moments it feels real.
And what I did to myself, no one can forbid.
Every cut I make is freeing.

But now I forget how to cry.
I forget to feel.
Will I now be ready to die?
How much more does it take to heal?

I gave up on everything.
Mostly I’m just a hollow dark shell.
So empty and broken.
My own hell.