Unknown to myself

My words are my only sign of existence. My mind, the only sign of my emotions overflowing. My fantasy is where I've seen my death more than I've seen my future My body is what makes people aware of my existence but my eyes... They tell them how I wish I never existed... I'm haunted by my past and ignored by my future. My mind runs a marathon which my soul feels my soul... Something that runs away from me. Funny... My soul runs in circles away and back to me... How we wish to escape each other yet struggle to leave one another... Dejected energy my soul gives and hatred I return... "I fear death" I've told my soul "I fear you" my soul tells me We both fear me I fear myself every day of my existence I fear how my mind tries to calculate a Perfect occurance for my death in- and outside of a car...