I live into the future. I don't care of present. I live days, weeks, months in the future. But this future is all in my mind. Live in present is hard. Live in reality is hard..

I'm a walking dead, a fuzzy memory, a ghost. Step unnoticed when I walk. I get confused with the environment, they say. 

With my black clothes, my cigarette and my book. Alone is what I have, alone protect me.

Nobody cares about my feelings, because no one cares if a ghost is hurt.

Living is hard when no one cares about you. 

My stereo said: "Confusion in her eyes that says it all. She's lost control."

Have I lost control? Sure, I can't recognize reality from dream, not anymore. I'm going crazy. 

All I want to do is die alone, but in reality I want to be saved. Does anyone want to save me?