Glass Bottle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A sliver, a moment in time

Submitted: February 27, 2017

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Submitted: February 27, 2017



Am I here?

"To be or not to be."

I am here.

my knuckles white as I´m grasping for my bag. It feels surreal.

I am here but I am empty.

I feel like a glass bottle. Opaque. Almost invisible except for the tiny heart in the middle.

Beating fast. Thumping with all it´s might. To survive.

Am I dying? It feels like it even though I´m living.

I am alive and yet I am not.

I make my way down the hall.

There is just me. I am the center of my attention and it kills me. It kills me inside.

Painless death, I should be glad.

But I am not.

I am not happy and every time that thought enters my mind the certainty makes me cry.

Silent tears streaming down my face. Concerning no one not even me because I have accepted it. I have accepted being invisible. I have excepted being unhappy.

I cannot be.

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