How long has it been? Months, years?
Faces in a crowd,
None of them are real
How could they be
Sometimes I just want to stop existing.
Sit in silence in the deep void of space.
Devoid from thought or feeling.
Eventually, I would forget who I was.
Forget how to speak.
Forget I was alive.
Maybe that's how God feels.
Am I even real?
I don’t think I ever was
There’s no one here to prove that I exist
Even you are just a set of preprogrammed responses
Say something!
SAY SOMETHING!
Anything
I knew it
Well, time to drift back to this endless dream.
Goodbye.
Please don’t come back.
It all just hurts too much
Wake up and return to your own dream. This one’s already taken