That Feeling…

I am not myself.

My heart beats
empty
echoing
like a shell
abandoned by the way
I sit with myself.
My heart 
soundlessly beats
missed steps
Time unsynchronised.
I lay.
I sleep.

Do I want to wake?

A touch crumbles.
Leaving scars
in place of resolve.
Can I find 
missing pieces,
scattered,
to the four seasons?

I am not myself.
How to get me back?