Why am I here? Why am I back?
Back to the world of the living.
A place I shouldn't be at.
I died that day; 9 years in the past.
That wreckage I was I in:
That should have been my last.
I was fine being dead at the time.
My life was crap.
No friends, just words.
So why am I back?
Maybe I'm in a dream.
Dreaming about how I wish my life would be.
Wishing how if I weren't different,
This is how my life would be.
But I know this is a dream.
This life is too good.
How did I get from a freak,
to something misunderstood?
Maybe I'm still dead, dreaming in heaven.
Wondering how my life would be,
If I wasn't in my grave bed.
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