Alive But Not Really Living

It’s hard to make it through the day
When your mind is screaming “it’s not okay”
Who am I? Who am I?
It’s not easy to decide
The truth claws at the cracks
In my liar’s mask
Somehow I hold it all inside
You’d never know I’d already died
Say what you will, there’s nothing left to rob of me
Touch me – a skeleton with skin, a sleepwalking zombie
Eating but not tasting
Crying but not wasting
Hope is fleeing
Time is fleeting
Everything escapes my grasp
Nothing ever lasts
I try and try to push myself
But I never make any progress
I work my way closer
But every spark is smothered
My pleas are growing more desperate
With every additional failed attempt
One by one my friends turn away
I never was successful in convincing them to stay