What is the world?

Why am I here?

Why do I hurt?

Why do I look back in time

And see no one there?

Why is everything unfair?

Why don't I deserve it?

The claws of time and my mind

Shred my soul,

Until it is a ragged thing,

Blowing in the slight wind

Of my existence.

I pass through

My world,

That does not belong to me,

And I feel, and I see,

But am I realy me?

Why do I feel so tired?

I am stumbling,

I try to hold on,

To something, Anything,

But I can't seem to catch it..

And I hear the

Searing music

Of my experience,

The ballad of

My identity.

And now I am falling.