I don't want to live, but I don't care enough to die. I've contemplated it before but now Im not afraid to try. I am feeling down, and Im staring up at the sky. Nobody asks how I am anymore, so I don't need to lie.
I am tired of pushing the gas, but I hate stepping on the brake, and I'm anxious when I accelerate.
I don't want to stop, and I've got no place to go. I just want to drift away and let nobody know.
I don't want to live, but I don't feel the need to let myself die. I used to hurt myself, but now I don't even cry. And though I'm feeling low, I'm not trying hard to hide. Nobody asks where I am anymore, so I don't have to lie.
I've been stuck so deep inside,
My eyes have completely dried,
I won't commit to suicide,
Because I just don't care enough to die.
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Alexithymia
PoesíaI can't explain, can't show, can't display. All my intentions end in dismay. I won't digress, won't try, won't even care. Human emotions are never there. I thought I was broken, was flawed, denied. Now I realize it was just in my mind. Nothing is pe...
