Dead While Alive

Sometimes, the only answer you can give to the Abominable Question is, "I'm breathing."

How are these fragmented lungs still inhaling

What with all the darkness and depression prevailing

I half expect to find my skin a deadened grey,

As though the life inside me couldn't stay.

My brain is functioning, my heart, beating

And on the outside, I'm walking. Talking. Eating.

Going through the motions to physically live

If my body matched my spirit, I'd be a stiff.

You asked me how I was today, I said "breathing"

You laughed like my words had no meaning

And Darling, look at me, you might be surprised

At how dead you can be, even while you look alive.

The End

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