The world goes by,
As though in a blur,
Nothing seems real,
As though in a dream.
The feeling of derealization,
The world goes by in a haze,
You can't feel anything,
It's as though you've been replaced.
A strange sensation,
A dream-like state,
Nothing seems real,
In this mental haze.
Derealization consumes you,
Nothing seems like it's real,
It's as though you've been displaced,
In a dream, a surreal place.
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I'm trying to teach what these things are
Dec. 31, 2023
YOU ARE READING
𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
