The way I am

I’m not functional.
I’m a dead system,
A virus infected hardware,
A lost paper that’s wet.

I’m a paradoxical phrase,
The limits of a substance phase,
A wrong mathematical equation,
The worst of artistic creations.

I’m the lost thoughts of a dead man,
His illogical words that faint,
A child’s cry that’s not heard,
A phantom song that’s absurd.

I don’t feel what I think.
I think things I can’t feel.
I want what I can’t have.
I have things I don’t care about.

I’m the fragility of humanity,
The flaws of nature,
The control of the subconscious mind,
The fears on the eyes.

I’m lost and regret,
I’m hurt and despair.
I’m the trust of the pessimist,
I’m a gun on someone’s head.

I’m already dead,
But my heart keeps on beating.
I’m asleep when awake,
I’m stronger when I’m afraid.


Autora: Julia Niemeyer