ALIVE

Was I walking,through the rain,

When I saw all those colours drain?

Did I really hear those shouts?

Or were they just my thoughts,reaching out?

What were they telling me?

My life's history?

Or were they just dreams,

in this never-ending mystery?

I look at myself,

my skin-so pale.

My tears cold and hard,

just like hail.

These drops of blood,

they're a part of me.

Shouting,trying to reach out,

they fill me with doubt.

Who am I?

What am I?

Wasn't I just,supposed to die?

Where are those people ,

whose friendships were filled with lies?

Are they dead too?

Forgotten despite their last cries?

How am I here,

Where there is no soul in sight?

Am I the only one,