My life, could I even call it such?

My life… what was it? Did I have one? Was it a dream? A nightmare that was incomplete?

Was it an illusion, or a deceptive appearance?

Everything feels as if it is a lie,

My thoughts,

My soul,

My world.

None exsist,

I was just an unwanted life,

An unwanted friend,

An unwanted child.

My life, everything I know… as nothing as wind and to live with that for the rest of my… existence,

It hurts…

Blissful