Dead

Life. Death. I know it's there. I know it's inevitable. Yet it seems like it could never happen. Do we live forever or not at all? I don't know anymore. It feels like I live. Yet I sleep all day almost as if I'm dead and always have been. Am I dead? Is this what it feels like? Or am I living? It's hard to tell. Where do I go? When will the inevitable happen and where and how? Are we living forever or not at all? I don't know. I will never know. I'm dead. I died. I'm alive. I'm living. Im here. I'm nowhere. I'm everywhere. Again, I'm dead. I always have been or it feel that way. When will I start living? When will I let the past go? When will I wake up from this nightmare I've been stuck in my whole life? When will I live? When will I learn to love myself? When will I learn to let people in the way I used to? When will I live? I can't. I won't. I won't. Cause I'm dead. I have no more emotions to hide. Because I have no more. I am no one. A nobody. A ghost. The only reminder of who I was, etched in your memories. I'm dead.