Alive,
is a little overrated in my head.
Yes I'm still breathing, my heart is pumping but alive isn't the word- for what I am.
I'm still here in existence, physical form but certainly not alive.
Why not? Well you see,
you and I have separate definitions of alive. To be alive is something you can feel, coursing through your veins, every curve and line.
Pulsing through your brain buzzing with intensity.
Pushing in and out of your body, one way in and one way out.
This is what being alive should feel like.
It doesn't feel that way for me.
Not today, not any day really.
Unless I go to the place where I'm numb the place I may never come back from,
who knows where I'll end up.