The wind blows right through me as if I'm not really here. It has a chill to it. Like death is near. Free me from the world that I linger in it does not want me. Daydreams are my only friends. Its hard not to get lost in them. Every breath is a labor. Each sunrise seals my fate. These days drag on for too long. My heart is like a heavy weight. I lie in the shadows watching life go by. Longing for the day that I will finally die.