I am not real

By Despair

I awaken shivering, drowning
Falling deeper as I rise
Into the hole that I have dug
For myself
And no one else

I slumber peacefully, painfully
Trying to figure out
The extent of the damage and the pain
That I refuse to feel
I am not real

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Published on Friday, July 19, 2013. Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

Comments on "I am not real"

A former member wrote: Reality is my limitation. I would be happy and free if it weren't for reality.
On Tuesday, November 5, 2013, Despair (31) wrote:

As would I. Thank you for the comment.
A former member wrote: Reality... something that spoils the fun in our mind exist our real self
On Friday, July 19, 2013, Despair (31) wrote:

Precisely.
A former member wrote: I like this I can feel the emotion in this poem I cant find anything to call you out on lol
On Friday, July 19, 2013, Despair (31) wrote:

Thanks, glad you like it.
A former member wrote: Who's to say that dreams are fake and that life is reality? People create their own dimensions of existence, accepting what is and what is not real to them.
On Friday, July 19, 2013, Despair (31) wrote:

Very true. I think about that question quite often.