Spirits

I am in presence of ghosts and spirits. Invisible beings that seem not to be here. I can feel the cold of their hugs, the emptiness of their eyes, the nonsense of their words and the curse of their presence.

They appear and disappear, talk about support and turn their backs at you. My world is full of them, I am the only person here, a lonely living being but it is better to be alone than with people that you hate.

I hate to be alone, I hate to be the only person here, I hate to be alive.

Some times I wish that all of them were like me, other times I'm glad that all of us are different but still, it feels bad knowing that I'm the only one that understands my pain. That makes me feel alone.