Have you ever felt like you were a plant under winter's rule?
Deep into slumber
Or just like being a bit contious in your dreams
That's how I feel

My feelings are mute
From time to time I reach out to people
But it's annoying them
Because the flow of friendship isn't stable

I live, but maybe the better word is exist
I'm just a name on the paper
A few words without feeling behind
I'm nothing but something is hidden deeper

I'm....a mistake?
Some would call me a shut-in without motivation
A failure even
Some would disagree and give compliments

But it doesn't matter anymore.
Does anything really?
I just exist
And wither away slowly