Am I living in a real world?
I still gasp the air, I still feel the waves crashing down.
I still hear the words unspoken- the silence deserved.
I still cry, the salt that comes with a frown.
I bled and fell.
But was I living a nightmare?
A dream that doesn't end, a living hell.
I wake to a new day, something not as rare.
But if luck would have it, this is all fake.
