Sometimes I think I'm dead.

I'm breathing,

I'm moving,

I'm laughing,

I'm smiling,

I'm doing all the things someone alive would do,

but there's this feeling,

like mold on a bathroom floor,

or the smell of ***** dishes and trash,

or rain coming down in showers on your birthday,

the feeling that, no, it's not going to be okay.

That feeling is worse than being dead.

Because if your dead, at east you can escape the feeling.

c.r.k.