I can grasp it with my hand,
Practically feel it's form beneath
My shaky palm,
But is it truly there?
I can feel it, I can see it,
It all seems surreal
As this unfolds in all its horror
While I vomit my mistakes;
Am I in fact alive?
For so long I have felt apathetic,
For so long I have been trodden upon,
But, alas, I have finally reached
A breaking point;
It pains my heart, but I know the answer.
It may pain me, but, alas, so is life:
Am I truly alive?
I drift through this dream with little motion,
My mental health is in a state of decay;
So the question is: am I alive?
