Not Living

My wicked fate,
the black hole,
the orange sun spinning,
10 seconds ago,
on the lawn, 
I was sitting,
but now I know I'm just soul,
I'm not living.

The breeze still blows,
cold as ice,
but yet I cannot feel it.
Mixed up I feel inside,
so frustrated with my life,
yet I want to tell everyone crying,
that I'm alright.