Is this a trick?

Is this a trick?

I don’t see, I don’t taste, I don’t feel. I don’t live. I  can’t hear. I’m a scarecrow in the middle of nowhere.

My function is to frighten while dead

I’m am walking dead

Though I died a long time ago

Why am I sentenced to walk this walk

I have exhausted myself and my loved ones

I can’t bear to see their agony

How much longer can I pretend

How much can I swallow my pain and loneliness

How much longer I can survive without an inside, hollow, dug out of my being??

How much longer do I need to put on a fake smile?

How much longer do I need to hide the real me?

Am I real? I don’t feel I am real..

I feel I am just ball of pain with a head and two legs that are not connected.

I feel detached from my surrounding? I don’t even know or recognize where I am or

Who I am.

What I am doing here? How did I get here? Who put me here?

Am I real?

I don’t feel my body or spirit

What is going on?

Why am I here?

Who put me here?

Why am I here?

I don’t feel my existence. I think but I am not.