Living each day like you're already dead;
Is like always waking up on the wrong side of the bed
Perhaps it is how it feels to others, to some;
But unlike me I've been waking up empty, next to none.

Breathe in, Breathe out is what I always tell myself;
Trying to conquer death is like living without a shell
Any moment your vulnerability will be invaded by emptiness;
Too busy to find something to do with too much nothingness.

How empty a soul can be without the will to move forward?
Always holding unto memories you can't go back..Things you can't have
Come to think of it..Is it really not possible to just die and relive existent?
Like we can just opt out and respawn if we feel that the pain is consistent.

So shallow I know to think like that when out of your mind;
Hey! You can't blame a person to ponder when life left them behind
One can think of many things when in sorrow, all that is farfetch;
Yet..It still true that trying is better rather than succumb yourself to death.