Am I Alive?

Staring out the window
I peer into an empty street
The dark room seems not to stir
I cannot hear myself breathing
Is something the matter?
How come I cannot hear myself
Talking?
Is this normal
To be different
To feel pain,love,and trauma all in one day?
The uniqueness of individuals
Am I alone because of this?
I look into the darkness
I am the light
Searching for something pushed aside
It is like a silent movie
Recording each minute
If only
The memories
And thoughts
Were true
As I look out the window
I wonder
If you knew....