Demons-from-Heaven

Little pockets of happiness, Small moments of easy air, Short times of being a person, Memories, Long forgotten, Myself, Who I am. Who am I? A machine, Not deserving of happiness? A body, Wasting air and taking up space? A person, With wishes and desires? A being, Filled with empathy and emotion? Who am I? Where am I? Where is my concept of self? Where did my dreams go? Unimportant. Where did my desires go? Unimportant. Where did happiness go ? Unimportant. Sense of self where are you? Am I meant to be a husk? Serving others and never myself? Am I selfish? Selfish for wanting a moment of happiness? Sense of self, Where did you go?

I wish you could see me as I stare at this blank page Trying to figure out how to explain How empty I feel But how sick too How my breath comes out so light But feels so heavy How my eyes are looking But not seeing Mind whirling Searching for an answer to the problem Trying to find the reason And coming up empty There is no reason Therefore there is no answer Nothing to fix Nothing to understand Nothing Without an answer My brain will keep whirling My eyes will stay uncomprehending My emotions will continue to be suppressed My breath will forever feel heavy No reason No answer No help Just nothing but unending circles Stuck in this

hey you, how dare you to move how dare you even think or talk here is a prison that has been made to kill all dreams and hopes everyone on this earth has a sin so everyone here is a sinner you might think that's not true but believe me it's the truth