Found this journal I had in high school where I would write down how I was feeling. I think I'm back to feeling the same now...
Falling from the sky
not realizing what's happening
hitting the pavement so hard
every one in body is shattered
I open my eyes
and I find to my surprise
that I'm still alive,
and I can move again
As I look around me
people continue on
minding their own business
paying no attention, whatsoever
And then I walk around
and only to realize
that I'm just a ghost
to this world
I walk into a room
with all my friends
but no one bothers to look
So I quietly take my leave
I find myself on the street
where my memories were
only to realize, that my best days
are behind me now.
Is it best for me me to
leave the world I used love
or to continue to live with
misery, pain, regret and loneliness?
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