Unknown Legend

Mind over matter but I question who do I matter to, now a days I prey for better days but I feel as if the whole world has dropped the thought of me ever existing, remembering reoccurring events that's in prisoned my mind is captivating my will to get ahead, but still strive to survive even when I feel dead, stuck in this lonely world where I roam and shiver, I'm nothing but a ghost with a mind of a winner.