I may be dead.

I may have given up on myself.
I can't be bothered with work I find no use in.
I can't be bothered with sugar coating anything.
My name, may have made the list.
Pulling on any piece of clothing that fits snugly, I wear.
My hair - brushed and washed, yes. But no more effort than that.
How I react and respond to anything or anyone, it shows no common reflection. Whether it be anger, or little emotion.

I think I have truly given up on myself.
And when I say "I may be dead." I mean, it's like I'm physically dead. The idea of death has taken over most of my thoughts, I'm no longer afraid, I just kind of accept it.

- The very moment when you wake up, and everything is not as you left it.
When you realize this, you don't really feel the need to be alive; you're dead.

I just don't seem to care about anything I used to, I find myself either dosing off or zoned out. I can easily picture myself dying soon.