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am i still alive and is anyone there?

my echoes rupture this screen.

they were never there for me.

just pass me by this time and walk on by.

you don't want to be here with me.

you don't want to stand next to me.

if that's the way, then i understand.

even i would do the same.

were i someone else, even i wouldn’t notice me.



please understand, we've both made this appear.

don't make me.

please don't break me.

i'm only the vehicle of your desire until I break down.

sunk down.

don't believe in me anymore.

because I'm beginning not to believe in myself.

if only I could see you now.

you're so near but miles away from me.

i know i'm blind

but only you can believe i can see.

and if you believe i can see,

please guide me to the way out of here.



what makes you think i'm going to believe now, after you've left me like this?

i want to go the right way, but i can't even see the paths.



leave me alone, here by myself

i wish i wasn't here,  but i wish you were.

could you stay here in my place?

i'm only alive long enough to know i've gone.

as I slowly start drifting away,

i grasp the surface and try not to sink.

but still I'm making my way through.

i ask you to forgive me,

if only that would open the way back.



my reflection, although slowly fading,

serves as a reminder that I'm still here.

i keep on living this every day, trying to convince myself that it's alright

and believing the lies that i tell myself.



this life, is slowly toppling, losing balance.

will it fall down here before me?

this mask of skin slowly falling down and off.

if i should topple, you won't be here to catch me.

gather my pieces shall i fall apart.

this life is so fragile, and these hands are like glass.

after all of this, i'm still trying to convince myself that there's something there.

but there's nothing.



what is there to look forward to?

time shall only bring about pain, and small portions of salvation.

and time is mostly comprised of filth.

these jagged knives

a look in your eyes.

i just can't believe anymore.

i feel like i've done this all before.

and I didn't come out on top.

i was the victim, that somehow kept on living.

through this conflict, both internal and external.

and maybe i'm already dead.

but just buried alive.

and peering out of the grave at that look in your eyes.