Poetry

Living?

Living?
We are living
But just for the sake of it
Inside we all know we are tired of it
Tired of the constant challenges
We are living
But just on the outside
We all are dead on the inside
And are waiting to die for real
We are living
But we don't know what living really is
All that matters now is money
We don't know what feeling alive is like
We are living
We tell to others
But deep down we know
We aren't