shadows of figures that aren't really there

with glowing red eyes that peirce my soul

that do not blink or look away from the stare

as they pull me into a spiral black hole 

through this hole is a familar place

i know every voice reconize every face 

but everyone goes on as if i'm not there

look and walk through me as if i'm air 

one face is scary yet pleasnt to see

i stare face to face with a girl that looks like me 

it seems as if she can see me too 

"who are you?" ,she replies "im you"

she tells of her life and it all i want mine to be

i'm jelous of the me i could never be 

now its time for me to go back 

to my misreble life i live everyday 

back to being reminded of all skills i lack 

back to people who only have negative to say 

i can never live up to my best 

so i put the blade to my wrist ... and well

you know the rest