Almost left with no air

Chocking on a dream,
Alive, but dead.
Nothing left, but these thoughts in my head.
Wandering around,
Place to place,
Everywhere I go, I leave with no trace.
I feel so invisible,
Blending in with the croud,
All i want is for her to be proud.
I feel so alone now,
Inside this world full of hate,
Being torn up and used as if I'm just bait.
So now I'm just here, living my life,
Just enough money for me to get high,
They keep on telling me to try.
Cuz I'm chocking on a dream,
Alive but dead.
Still wanderin around, with these thoughts in my head.

Caitlyn Elizabeth;
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