Is it too late?

by Ruth   Oct 22, 2011


I very often think my life is over
As if I have come to the end of the road and there is nowhere else to go
I'm in a huge bubble and can't escape
I can see all the wonders of the world through the skin but can never be a part of it
I'm part of a family but yet I am invisible
I have no choices no plans or dreams I'm just here
I'm not even me anymore not that I remember what or who me is?
I just exist day to day not wanted not needed just here................

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