Sometimes I dream I am nothing.
But then I am afraid I will wake.
Keep this in mind...
I miss them.
I guess. And as I look at all those pretty faces from the past I regret every word every breath...
But then I wonder-
How do they live with it?-
It tears me apart,
and I am certain they would never smile at me again,
never again might we lock elbows...
might they ever call me a friend.
Never again...
Sometimes I dream I am nothing,
but then I know it's not a dream.
And to them, I really am...
Nothing
