What is left of me?
I think it has all gone to sleep.
I hate not knowing how I'm feeling.
At least my body rests in peace.
I forgot, did I smile already?
Should I do it one more time?
To make sure no one knows that inside I feel dead?
Sounds are making noise but I can't hear them.
Did someone say hello?
Maybe I will smile again.
It'll make everyone happy.
I saw myself in the mirror.
But it wasn't me looking back.
It was a distorted image.
It was a blind girl.
That can't be me.
I see everything
Except for images.
And I hear everything.
Except for noises.
I feel everything
Except myself
Am I saying something?
They are laughing at me.
I don't feel my lips moving.
But they're staring at me.
What is left of me?
I think it has all gone to sleep.
