Do i ever find myself
Living a life
That isnt real?
Being in a world
Thats only surreal?
Dreaming a day
That wont ever be
Longing for something
I cant ever see?
Hope seems so
Far from reach
Today becomes tomorrow
Yet i am not free.
Yesterday seems better
Gone and redeemed
Bringing me only
More sorrow than glee-
And this is true
Im not living realy
Im longing and waiting
For deaths release:
From the live
Im not living
To the live
That wont be
Do i ever find
Living becomes survival
Indeed?
Dont tell me
Be thankfull!
You live in paradise!!!
When i am not living
Inside i have strife-
For something else
A world and a "being"
Thats always surreal
Do i find myself living
Life thats unreal???

In honesty spoken
Im not indeed
For the moment
Thats "being"
Defys me- succeed,
Im wasted and broken
And hopeless unspoken
Living for noting
Im living
Indeed,
And Life becomes
Unreal
And LIFE INDEED...