The Stranger

Days can go by without notice…
The rain can fall a thousand times without any feeling…
People can talk, people can live, people can move…
And I still will feel nothing…
I don't feel trap or lost I just don't feel anything at all…
I try to wake up to this world full of nothingless…
Full of people so trap in their own minds, people that cant see beyond their own eyes…
But I just can't seem to find something to share…
All I hear is noise; all I see is dust…
I don't feel close to anyone even my so call "friends"…
I see destruction everywhere…
I see the world becoming a chaos and no one seems to care…
Technology is everywhere but feelings are nowhere…
Coldness and possessions, who is into who, who has the latest...
Emotions have become a sense of power to this world we have created…
I can't find anything I really feel…
All I want to do is lay down here looking at the sky…
Maybe there I will find something I can have…
Something I can feel and I won't have to hide…
I feel a stranger to this world, a person that can write but cant seem to find something in the present to on hold tight…
I live in the past… I live in my dreams… I live in my letters…
I don't talk to anyone or want to…
I don't feel I have any friends or want some…
When I see what people find worth living now all I want is to run from the world into my dreams, into my soul…
Hide forever in the nothingless…
Knowing I really have nothing to lose…
Maybe I'm becoming less human…
Maybe I gave up…