Real?

Tied up in knots, skin starting to rot… my wing withered and torn, the pain circulating through my spine as darkness fills my eyes, I can’t see but I can feel… everything feels so painful yet peaceful… the dark and the pain mixed in one filling my body with tears and laughter I can’t tell how to describe this feeling without sounding insane… the intense emotion that comes over me in this moment is surreal.. I am real…aren’t I?… I mean I feel, I see and I can hear the things around me but am I real?.. how would I know? What if I’m not? Would you still want me even if I wasn’t there?… or would you forget me as if I was a friend stuck in your head or a dream that faded once you wake.. would you ever think of me? The pain I feel would mean nothing the world would be the same would it not? If I wasn’t here nothing would change….maybe it’d be better off if I was not real to begin with…