Walking down, further, above ground. Synchronized march.
My mind wanders where my identity was lost.
Grey buildings form mystic figures, overlapping a pale sky.
I forget how it feels to grasp the wind.
To touch the water.
It's not sinking in.
I'm sinking in.

I walked those streets for what felt like an eternity, but I left with nothing.
I lose.
I lose.
I fucking lose.
I'm carving those words, sharpening the edges.
Into my heart.
I know nothing else.

I don't know why I was given an opportunity at life when I am convinced that I don't deserve it.