No one looks.
You feel like no one is listening.
I am.
I am a lost soul.
Like you,
I feel trapped in between life and death.
We all do.
I've been dead for three years.
Trying to make sense out of what the world means.
I figured out that we are lost.
We are lost because all our lives we were given plazebos.
Happiness.
The world runs on miesery.
Misery,
it fuels the world like gas fuels a car.
We know it's bad,
but no one cares.
They just want to get to where they need to be.
