“Not Alive”

By on September 20, 2007 in In Her Own Mad Mind

Another poem, not wriiten by me, found somewhere in cyberspace

I’ve emptied out
All forms of expression
Picking up
Little bits of depression

Water deep enough to take a dive
I’m breathing but I’m not alive

I hit so low
Nothing gets me inspired
I’ve done nothing
And already so tired

Sleep has beaten the living-strive
I’m breathing but I’m not alive

Apocalypse outside
Will not penetrate my bed
It’s never as loud
As the silence in my head

Thirsty for pain to feel revived
I’m breathing but I’m not alive

Real feelings never will arrive
I’m breathing but I’m not alive