Stuck In My Own Head

I have faced the facts: I'm not normal. I think all along I have know this, I just never understood it. Therefore it wasn't real, it was just a dream. A dream that happens all day long. And no matter how many times I pinch myself it still wouldn't go away, I would never wake up... I already was awake.

The image would be quick. In a blink of an eye it would appear then go. So fast that most of the time I couldn't tell what it was. But eventually the wide open eyes, not moving bodies, or sometimes the blood would give it away. They are dead people. I see them during the process; not before or after, but when the process of going to heaven is happening.

There is a saying that people have, and it goes like this: "1 person dies, everyone cries, 1,000 die, no one cries." And that one person they are talking about is that celebrity on movies, tv shows and magazines. But the rest are just regular people, some might even be homeless or don't have families. Others who even want to take their own life. They think no one will care, no one will cry. But I will, because I see it all.

I don't know how I got this ability, but I know for sure that can't keep it. The hysterical crying in class is only getting me strange looks from my peers. Which doesn't help anyone, I can't prevent deaths. So what's the use of having it? And I can't run away from it, because it's in my own head.

Cover by @inspired2fly. :3