At 17 hours +

I'm sad as I know that he isn't...
I know I'll be sad over him being so 
I know I'll cry for him to live I know I'll suffer to wish for him
I know nothing will happen 
I know my words are for my eyes...only 
No one is to read such things...
No will know me...
                                I feel sad as to know its been 17 hours 
I feel sad knowing that it's better this way 
I feel sad knowing that I don't know to feel now 
I feel sad for not feeling anything
I...feel nothing....as always 
I create a dream where I do 
Create something that's been done too many times 
I live in a fantasy created by others 
I live in my own wrapped up delusion of a fantasy 
Words are just that with no meaning 
No meaning to express me
Give me an excess 
Give me the meaning...

This poem is about: 
Me

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