Sometimes I think I'm dead.

As I watch the world go by,

With me standing on the edge.

There's no point in tears

When all it does is retain my fears,

Of losing myself to the

First few years of my life.

Is it all just in my head?

Will someone listen to me?

Is anyone there?

Am I dead?

People call me "crazy".

Do they think I don't already know that?

I'm losing my mind, my sanity,

From living life in the shadows

Of those who are thought to succeed.

Do their chances of success,

Increase the worthiness of their life?

Is that why my life is what you all forget?

I know it's not a life worth living,

But can someone please just look at me?

Look at me and tell me I'm not crazy.

Look at me and tell me I'm worth something.

Look at me. And tell me I'm not dead.

But you can't.

You don't see me

Because I don't exist.

To all those around me,

I simply am dead.