and while I sit here
thinking of nights past
I wonder who or where
I was in reality
feeling like everything is just a dream
not knowing if I'm real or
whether I can stand another day...
I feel like I'm nothing here.
I feel like the cold is my friend
... yet I long for that warmth
that feeling that I belong....
That wanting to be real and alive
Why cant I realize that what I am
is no different then the rest of my kind
I think I'm a ghost a past spirit
While my mind is split between another man
I wonder who's body this really is?
Am I just a dominate personality
Am I real?
I dont understand ho w I can function...
I live each day, eat and feel
Sleep and hurt... but
What defines real anymore?
ina society where life is taken every nine seconds...
people are so oblicious thinking that
the bad people are on the news... they're safe in their town...
the normal people go about not knowing what's here
I never thought I say this... But I'm human.