I don’t live
I exist
between life and death
through the mist
amongst the dreams
clinging on to our past

When you feel like there is no one there, and everything feels dark. When you don’t seem to find a way out, and lost your last grain of motivation. No one is really enjoying the darkness, they’re all waiting for someone to help them. Someone to guide them, someone to give them a way out. They need motivation, since they lost their own.

But what do they do when no one is there to pick them up? Where do they go? We are all just broken kids waiting for someone to pick us up. And when that day comes, we look back and think we overreacted. Just like everyone else was thinking. But were we?

I guess this,
isn’t to,
You.
But it,
kinda sorta,
is to,
Me,
instead.
If that even,
makes any sort,
of sense.
I just,
really wanted,
some sort,
of miracle,
to happen,
I don’t really,
know what,
that was,
or even,
wasn’t.
Maybe it’s,
nothing,
all I know,
it’s not,
something.
Farewell,
Me.

Is it,
so bad,
that I want,
to run,
head first,
into it all?
Is it,
so bad,
that instead,
of holding,
my breath,
I’d much rather,
drown?
Is it,
so bad?
Tell me,
is it so,
bad?
I just,
want to,
scream,
at the world,
instead of,
into my pillow.
Is that,
so bad?

Alone.
I am so achingly alone.

In a world full of souls,
Mine has been trapped in a void.

Alone,
So painfully alone.

Deserted by all
But the pain I bear,
That my existence  
Will only be
mine own.