False Existence

by Christine   Aug 6, 2006


My heart is dead, yet it is still beating.
The pain is unbearable, but you see no suffering.
There are questions in my mind, but I find no answers.
I scream out loud, but no one hears me.
I sleep, but I do not dream.
I look in the mirror, but I see no reflection.
Doors are open, but I cannot go through.
I am a shadow waiting in the dark.
Waiting for something that will not come.
I am alone.

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