Blank to It All

Should I feel,
Or should I not?
Is this even really happening?
Are the day's actually there?
I can't tell anymore.
It's as though I'm floating,
Five centimeters above the ground,
Moving along with them,
Not truly living anymore.
What happened?
Am I giving in?
My body,
It's falling apart,
Pieces chunking away,
No longer with me.

Can this ever be ended?
Will my eyes be able to open,
Once more,
If I let them come to a close?

I just feel....
Blank to it all