You look
You see
Right
Through
Me
I've let go
of hope
I have no sense of
Expectancy
Even my existence
Alone
Starts to falter
At the hands of time
A feeling
So empty
I've lost my senses
I've lost my mind
Sitting alone
In a cold dark room
Digging myself a deeper hole
Shattering my
Existence
Am I alive?
Am I real?
Not even a ghost
Could compare to how I feel
Not living
Nor the dead
You can't feel my presence
In the air
This is my never ending
Nightmare
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
You look
You see
Right
Through
Me
I've let go
of hope
I have no sense of
Expectancy
Even my existence
Alone
Starts to falter
At the hands of time
A feeling
So empty
I've lost my senses
I've lost my mind
Sitting alone
In a cold dark room
Digging myself a deeper hole
Shattering my
Existence
Am I alive?
Am I real?
Not even a ghost
Could compare to how I feel
Not living
Nor the dead
You can't feel my presence
In the air
This is my never ending
Nightmare
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