Still alive

“How can they know how it feels,” I ask my self as I’m crying, “To wake up the next morning and realize that you’ve just failed at dying? To drone on day after day searching for a reason, just one reason to stay?” They said they really cared for me and i was dumb enough to believe them. I trusted them, i lived for them, and now i never see ’em. They ran away, scared today to think of what ive become. A monster, a coward, a harbringer of a life thats become undone. And so I’ll end my solemn poem with these words i live each day. They are the lucky ones, their mind they need not sway. My soul is dead and buried, gone, my heart is just still beating. I am merely still alive. I am no longer living.