Am I even real
Or just a figment of your imagination?
Or are you unreal
And you are part of mine?
I breathe
But I don't feel it
I am not real
But nobody can see it
A ghost, a reminiscion of the past
A hallucation to safe your life
Reality is different for all of us
How real is the blood on this knife
I am numb
Blocked out from reality
The pain too much to bear
Bleeding is my way to flee
My walls too high to climb
Depriving me of any touch
I try to breathe but inhale loneliness
The isolation becoming too much
Misunderstood
Even when I explain
That breathing life
Only brings me pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem