Would people care?

Would people care if I gasped for air?

Or sadden as its common.

For I have lived without feeling the love,

That would keep me from drifting above.

Forgive me for my ignorance,

As my mind travels with lifeless patience.

Thoughts of death conquer my mind,

Like the idea of life or the struggle of mankind.

There is no reason for my despair,

Only the scars I’ve gained, that remain beyond repair.

I am but normal in my own assessment,

While it is the world that’s an oddity in resentment.