Me

my soul yearns for life

what does everyone want from me

do i continue to live in a careless world

a world in which i must live in

in which everything is real and im trash

thrown into a waste of time

timeless efforts to discontinue

disproportioned emotions can drain

invisible corpses into a thematic place

i wish life would stop but i still exist

exist in a cover but not breathe

do i keep pretending

does anyone get me at all

does anyone want to get me

fake the happiness

forget everything that ever meant anything to me

is my opinion really necessary

do you actually want me around

im so real but yet im not

crash into the spinning of doubt

in the mind of a real ghost

DOES ANYONE IN THE WORLD KNOW WHO I AM?