Autopilot

sometimes in the present
sometimes I’m gone
sometimes surrounded by love
sometimes feeling alone
sometimes experiencing life
sometimes I want to die young

the broken piece
I’m still trying to figure who am I
maybe we are living in a dream
maybe I am not even alive

the passionate girl
became an empty shell



I’m afraid

To be

Useless



I’m afraid

To be

Less



I’m afraid

To not be

Enough




did I do something wrong?