AN: I actually wrote this when I woke up from a nightmare about all the Pops (popular/ditzy clique) at my school dying. I don't know why I wrote this, but I did... *shruggles* I guess I was feeling guilty for my dream. Oh yes, this isn't very good... *shame* -.-

I feel so...
Inhuman.
Numb to the pain,
Beating in my heart.
And I feel so...
Detatched.
Like I wasn't even born,
To begin with.
And I feel so...
Gone.
As if I'm not here,
But always watching you.
And yet,
I feel so...
Empty,
So...
Inhuman,
So...
Dead.
Maybe beause I am all that.
...Or was.