Dead [Poem]

There's laughter in the air

and a grin stretched upon my head.

A roof sits above me constantly

and gifts are scattered all across the floor.

The clothes I'm in are comfortable,

and bought with all their tags attached.

My friends give their compliments

and listen when I have to yell.

I don't have terminal cancer

nor have I ever broken a bone.

You'd think considering all of this,

I would be chipper and carefree.

Yet everyday when I awake,

the only thing I feel is dead.



The image posted with this blog was created by me in Photoshop CS.

The photo of the girl was taken by Derrick on Flickr.

The photo of the gravestones was taken by Hugovk on Flickr.

The photo of the clouds was taken by Taivasalla.

The photo of the lightning was taken by phatman.