My life consists
of bits of broken dreams
Fighting for attention
trying breathlessly to scream
Still persistent with the life support
the consequence is breathing
Technically I am still alive
I seem to have no feeling
Playing out a human being
playing out my life
Not living just surviving
Do not feel a thing inside.
In between dreams
and each disaster
I began to understand myself
and who I'd be thereafter.
I'm on the right track
but I'm lost within
How can I hold on?
when I'm stretched to thin.
No dreaming just the truth
Back to reality
Then maybe life without support?
The way it's meant to be.

 
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