Am I alone?

I'm wounded... I'm bleeding... I'm falling... I'm breaking down... I'm slowly dying. I feel my energy fade away... Don't know why, don't know how... It's as if I'm alone in a crowded room, the loser of all winners, a plate with a crack... confused which way to go... which path to choose, whether to live or die... Living is hard... crucial... hurtful.. Death is problem-free... peaceful... free but dying stops me from everything, dying stops my wheel. Dying is death for me. Stops me, cuts my tie. I treat each day as it is the last, who knows it might be my last. I might be gone forever... I might be in god's hands... I look at their faces... their smiles... their pain and suddenly memories flash back... Am I alone?

8:05 am 07/04/06