i don't ask for much

in the haze something moves like a shadow and i'm wondering how i got here and what it took to get me here and i worry as to why i am alone but nothing seems to matter much darkness is swelling voices are fading and i am feeling a bit over-powered worn and weathered lied to, used, forgotten i'm too confused to bother being angry they aren't worth the few emotions i have but it seems like emotions are a dime a dozen these days reusable, disposable but never quite reparable tossed around and scattered i'm not wasting any more of mine or any more of my time i feel i breathe i cry i smile i hear i speak i hurt i bleed i love i try i fail i hope i dream i die i live this life is mine you have your own take over someone else's