Emptiness.

who’s the real me

is it what the world sees

or the person that’s hidden

existing in dreams

who’s the real me

i can’t tell anymore

is it who i am now

or who i was before

this emptiness is killing

eating like a cancer

searching for a clue

a sign pointing to the answer

who’s the real me

try to fill the void

fill it up with insignificance 

but the truth can’t be avoided

the truth that i’m an empty ship

adrift on an endless sea

a sea who’s tides pull back and forth

dark waters with no mercy

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