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 © Rachel Mann | Year Posted 2009
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