"I'm breathing in air into my non-existent lungs."

That feeling you get, the one where you can't tell reality from a dream.
That feeling of lonliness remaining inside your chest,
You feel less than everyone around you.

You try to forget the pain,
Trying to act strong and remind yourself it will go away eventually.
Yet, inside you lingers that endlessness of pain.

Really, you just believed that you were an average person with not much to offer,
That's why nobody notices you really.
That's why you believe people forget you so easily.
You're not an exciting person, this isn't new,
This is a fact.

But, what if all this weren't true?
What if, you're alive, breathing, walking, feeling emotions like a normal person,
Yet.. You're not alive?
Could that be possible? Could something as such really exist?
That the reason to all this pain, all the people who ignore you, who don't see you, who don't care, who don't remember you..

Is because you're actually dead?
Well, it's possible. It doesn't make much sense, but I can prove this madness. I know for a fact this is true. I grew up believing I just didn't have much worth. Did that belief hurt? It did, but you adapt to such cold things as you grow older. I was 100% convinced that I was a normal girl, with a normal home, a boring, normal life, without much meaning, not overly pretty, not the best personality, and such.

All though, in this situation, I really wish all that other stuff was true.

Truth be told, I'm dead. Yes, I communicate with people, I can interact with people, but I'm already a ghost. And if you continue to read on, you'll soon figure out what this means.