Stranger

I am not me anymore.

These aren't my eyes staring back, nor my fingertips tracing this hollow face.

This isn't my body laying down on the bed, or my feet rubbing against each other under this foreign feeling blanket.

The voice I hear come out these fake lips, is not mine. Must be robotic, must be my imagination, it sounds nothing like me.

I do not recognize your name, I no longer have memories of us...of whatever love or friendship we shared.

All I see is darkness enclosing. The only sound is that of time ticking away.

Every day is harrowing. Everyday, the slow death of who I was becomes evident.

I am not myself. Look for me no longer.