Questions

I listen to what I used to be apart of.
I'm not apart of it anymore.
Maybe I was never a part of anything.
Maybe I was used?
Or felt sorry for.
Maybe they were forced to love me.
Maybe they didn't want to.
Then why do they still show affection?
even after I was thrown out of their life.
Our life.
What used to be my life.
What life?
Am I alive?
Do I want to be?
Do they want me to be?
Would they care?
Would they ignore it?
Take it as a loss?
Pay no attention?
Do these questions even matter?
I wonder what happened.
Was it my fault?
Am I the only one sitting back?
Missing what used to be there?
Am I damned to solitude?
Why isn't anyone else?
If I were you, would I be asking this?
Would I ever cry?
Would I be alone?
Will there even be a time when I stop missing you?
Will I ever stop daydreaming?
Daydreaming about who I used to be?
Or hating who I am now?
Did any of this happen?
Was it a dream I can't wake up from?
Maybe I just can't stand reality.