autopilot

i walk the grounds you all walk on,

but i'm not really there,

in my mind i am floating,

in my vision i see darkness,

i stare into the mirror and i watch myself drip;

my identity, my face, melting in the sight of what should be reality.

my soul wanders emptiness,

and i am left walking as a shell of myself.

i don't know who i am,

i don't know who the people are around me,

but what i do know is that i am exhausted,

i am tired of waking up in the middle of the day to find myself doing things already,

i am on auto pilot; my body wanders as my brain is melting in my skull. 

Author's Note

this is something i wrote aaages ago