Warning: Vent! (Trigger Warnings: None)

Who am I,
If not a ghost?
I float my way through life and try
To find the most
Beneficial path for me.
But nothing seems to click.
And when I try to let it be
There's always some sort of trick.
Life comes along and smacks me down,
Leaving me all alone and afraid.
It takes everything in my power to not drown.
Is there some existential debt I've not paid?
Very little seems to go my way,
And what does is inevitably taken.
It's just a matter of time until things turn to gray,
And I'm completely forsaken.
So what am I but a simple ghost?
Floating through life on my last thread.
Feeling my soul become necrosed,
Until my body is finally dead.