Sometimes... I get the feeling like I don't really exist. Like now.
I mean, Do I? Am I even alive? Am I breathing in oxygen or is it just false air?
Is this pulse inside me really a heartbeat or is it just the beat of some far off song?

I look around me all too much.
It seems like the people all around me are the important ones. Like they have their own goods and bads and fun times and problems and I'm just... no one.
I guess I've become so involved with trying to help others with their issues and dilemmas that I have forgotten myself. Every love I have is just some common hobby for others. Every sunset is just the sun bidding farewell to someone other than me. So sure, I can see its beauty. But it's not meant for me.
The worst thing is, I am disappointed with myself. It is not a nice truth to come to terms with.
God, please show me a little bit more of who I am meant to be. Cause right now, I just don't know. I am afraid to look in a mirror - in fear of finding my reflection has faded.
If not yet, it is definitely fading...