I was dying
Losing my mind
Killing my body
And it lasted so long
I forgot how to be alive
I spent so much time
In that awful place
I made it my home
I hated it, but it was mine
Until I escaped
From a surge of bravery
I got out
And everything got
So much better
Way too quickly
But then it started to fade
The excitement wore away
I started to remember
What dying felt like
And I needed to mourn
So here I am
In this place in between
Not dying anymore
But not euphoric either
I am just here
I don't know how to mourn
When no one else can see
That I'm hurting
Because I'm not dying
I'm fine, but not quite
Haunted by memories
Of what I was
I wander through these days
Wishing I could escape
This place in between
But in a way, I like this place I've found. I now know, though, that I can make a home for myself in the worst of places. I just don't know what this is.