Jaded. Pretending.
My upside down frown
mistaken for a smile.
Weak. The faint shimmer
that is my soul. Fading.
Show me you see me
so I know I exist.
Touch the realness that is me.
Grounded on this earth.
Searching. Constantly searching.
For meaning. For love. For life.
Passion. What is it?
What does it feel like?
Being consumed.
Not whole, but piece by piece.
Fractured. The fragments of me.
Scattered.
No one wants what's left.
Did not want what was whole.
Unwanted.