Depression,derealization

Sometimes I wish I weren’t living inside this body…

a body that feels like a borrowed place I don’t deserve.

I wish I could simply vanish,

because I’ve never felt like I truly belonged in this world.

I stumble over words, over people, over life itself…

so I retreat to my bed,

letting sleep fold over me like a blanket that hides me from everything sharp and frightening outside.

Everyone around me seems to know how to exist.

And I — I’ve always felt like a silent disappointment,

the kind no one mentions,

the kind that just grows heavier in the quiet.

And as time slips past me,

it leaves a deeper hollow in my chest…

just me, my regrets,

and the version of myself I wish I could have been

A hollow soul drifts through the night,

Unseen, unheard, lost from the light