I'm fine.
Happy even.
I do not cry for death any longer.
But I don't want to be here.
Not numb,
But feelings weak.
Like a smile plastered zombie running.
I felt so alive back then.
So low,
But I got high.
Emotional pendulum swinging.
Never stopping for a break.
Was it depression?
Or was I just confused?
Was I just feeling?
All I know is I don't,
and never will like
the way I feel.
Even with pills.