Vanish into oblivion

Small. Broken.
I feel like a tiny spec of dust, invisible, undesirable, a burden even to myself.
I lost my voice and just can't seem to fit in this world anylonger. There is just so much pain in waiting for dreams that might never come true...
I am trying to erase myself from the world, no longer chasing purpose, no more illusions in the wind, hide away the clouds.
As I watch from a distant shore, life goes on. I never really did fit, it was a dream, nothing more.