Ever feel like you’re just surviving? Just existing? Like you’re not actually living, but more like moving through the days, as a soulless body. A smile plastered to your face, to dismiss the worries. No one will ask, cause they don’t see the pain in your eyes. No one’s ever looked long enough to notice. Tell yourself everything is gonna be fine, but every time you see that one large sharp knife, you want to plunge it through your chest. Keep scrolling on that **** phone, cause you think it will fill some ache of loneliness. But those are lies, it will just make you lonelier, scroll, after scroll. Till you feel like nothing, but a washed up failure. Tell yourself to get out of bed but you can’t, your mind is not your legs. At least sit up? Your ears start ringing, head is pounding. You say it’s normal, say it’s fine. It’s been like this for years, and you don’t remember anything before it. Press two fingers to your neck, make sure it’s still beating. It is. So, why do I feel dead inside? Moving through the days like a zombie. What would it feel like to live? Not just survive, but live. Without worrying about time slipping away, without the clenching in your chest, and tears behind your eyes. Or the pain that runs much deeper, than the **** on your arm. Without being invisible, nor recognized in ways you hate. Someone get me out, because I just wanna live. I wanna live so bad.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:39 AM UTC
Ever feel like you’re just surviving? Just existing? Like you’re not actually living, but more like moving through the days, as a soulless body. A smile plastered to your face, to dismiss the worries. No one will ask, cause they don’t see the pain in your eyes. No one’s ever looked long enough to notice. Tell yourself everything is gonna be fine, but every time you see that one large sharp knife, you want to plunge it through your chest. Keep scrolling on that **** phone, cause you think it will fill some ache of loneliness. But those are lies, it will just make you lonelier, scroll, after scroll. Till you feel like nothing, but a washed up failure. Tell yourself to get out of bed but you can’t, your mind is not your legs. At least sit up? Your ears start ringing, head is pounding. You say it’s normal, say it’s fine. It’s been like this for years, and you don’t remember anything before it. Press two fingers to your neck, make sure it’s still beating. It is. So, why do I feel dead inside? Moving through the days like a zombie. What would it feel like to live? Not just survive, but live. Without worrying about time slipping away, without the clenching in your chest, and tears behind your eyes. Or the pain that runs much deeper, than the **** on your arm. Without being invisible, nor recognized in ways you hate. Someone get me out, because I just wanna live. I wanna live so bad.