All the hardship made me numb
”What doesn't **** you, makes you stronger”
What a crap load of misleading words
I feel less and less
Like a ghost that can't find its peace -
but somehow still gets pulled towards the emptiness
to fade away
while everyone seems to not notice

I learned how to blend in
I fit in well between the paintings on the wall
I made some new friends, they are all nothing
sadly they belong
in my fantasy world where I chose to live -
Yet reality is there to remind me
of my body
still living in a world where I must exist

I am no longer sure of my own existence
I am a soulless person, whom has lost heart
I am a balancing act between real life and dreams
I wander alone
But a body binds me to this world -
I can leave but do I want to?
my mind never takes a break, since maybe
the afterlife
might be worse than this