Functioning Zombie dead inside,
ghost in a shell where is my pride?
Wandering about nowhere to hide,
don't mind me just here for the ride.
Slowly took me over I should have tried,
can't remember the last time that I cried.
So many times that I lied,
didn't think twice took it in stride.
Is my soul numb or has it died?
am I still here or on the other side?
It's hard to tell I can't decide,
two different worlds on course to collide.
Others walk forward I backslide,
in every situation I see the downside.
The feelings that I feel I can't describe,
medication would be useless to prescribe.
Through all the haze I see my guide,
looking in it's more clear from the outside.

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Letting go of the past.