I Am Dead To Them, Even Though

I Knew You'd Decide To Be All Right Again.

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

I Am But One More Drop In The Great Sea Of Matter, Defined, With The Ability To Realize My Existence.

I Feel Occasionally My Skull Will Crack, Fatigue Is Continuous - I Only Go From Less Exhausted To More Exhausted & Back Again.

But They Know. They All Know. And What Am I Against So Many…?