Self And Other

My world is my own, credible only to me,senseless to heaven, indifferent to hell, and this is what i have got, it is my everything, who has ever had
anything else?/where is my courage, when i need it most? scared by the past, terrified of the future, and driven so far away, who draws these invisible
lines?i walk along them i breath along them, at least i am not alone, remove the glass gnawing on my wrists or if must be, break it!/our dreams our hope, carved in stone, or sand?indifferent with time, senseless in space, is this waiting and boredom all we have left? the bubble bursts, the sun burns my eyes/and it takes time to realize this worl, is brought to life by failure