Dead But Living

I'm sitting in this world
Breathing and alive.
But even though I'm living.
I feel like I have died.

I'm sitting in this world.
Watching everyone.
But only from a distance.
Not having any fun.

I'm sitting in this world.
But I don't exist.
I'm not a person
That anyone would miss.

I'm sitting in this world
Dying once again.
One day I'll disappear
Not caring where I went.


©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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