Wish I was dead

I dream about being away

I dream of another life

I dream of being someone else

Not just someone, somebody

I never really thought about what I wanted out of this life but

But now

I wish I was dead.

I feel like an imposter

Am I real?

I don’t think so.

There is little in this world that is real

Everything around me only exists because that’s how my brain perceives it

Now I’m at the edge

I’m looking out

Looking for a third option

There isn’t one I can perceive

I wish I was dead