Walking

Down empty hallways

Through closed doors

Down  spiralling staircases

Up spiralling staircases 

Leading to nowhere

Drifting

Like a ghost

Hovering in the background

Pale and fading

Slowly every day 

Evaporating into the air 

Hovering

Between life and death

It's like

I'm no longer living

But not dead either

Between two worlds 

Scared

For the day, I'll fall off the fence

Either for the better of the worse

But no longer do I know

If the better option is death

And if living is harder

Crying

In dark corners

By myself all alone

Don't have anyone to hold on to

The wind is slowly blowing me away

Into the sky