from the diary ...

 I died a while ago,

It was in 2019,

when my dreams decided to take the one-way ticket into my fantasies,

Fantasies that will never see the sun,

Buried in my crowded head and my busy diary, Waiting to see the sun—or maybe that will never happen.

I died seven years ago,

But my dreams were alive,

My heart was still pumping with hope,

My mind was making endless plans,

I was being operated by the ghostly hope.

I was buried almost three years ago,Where my dreams died and vanished as long as I can remember,

My heart is pumping lifeless blood to operate the corpse among the other dead, My mind stopped making the fantasies.

I'm being operated to corpse around with a pale soul to an unknown destination.