I'm Dead

I need to escape this life I’m living
Its a constant realization of all my nightmares
And failures of life
I find solace out of music
But not even my music creates an escape route

I look up to the heights I once feared
Wondering what it would be like
To teeter on the edge
Ready to fall.
An escape route perhaps
But then I realize
I would rather feel this pain then nothing at all

I want to alter my past in the hope of a new life
Those missed chances becoming new memories
Erasing the old ones
Then I wouldn’t be this waste of space

But still I carry on
There’s no point in my life
No purpose either
So why do I bother
I feel nothing, I see nothing, I am nothing
I’m already dead.