I was born dead and died alive

I was born dead, though my heart still beat,
Wandering a world with lifeless feet.
A heavy soul, weighed down by the strife,
Trapped in the cold, endless cycle of life.

The days stretched long, the nights too still,
Every smile forced, every joy a drill.
Each sunrise felt like another curse,
Living each moment felt worse and worse.

The weight of their stares, the words they’d throw,
Made me doubt everything I used to know.
No dreams to chase, no peace to find,
Just empty routines that dulled my mind.

I was alive, but only in name,
A hollow shell, always the same.
No spark, no fire, no place to go,
Just the endless pain the world would show.

But then came the thought of an eternal rest,
A sleep so deep, where I’d be my best.
No more worry, no more fear,
No more drowning in pain so near.

I died alive, free at last,
All the hurt and sorrow passed.
In that darkness, I found my light,
A peaceful end, no need to fight.

No more school, no work to dread,
No future looming over my head.
Just silence, stillness, and endless peace,
In death, I found my sweet release.

For in this quiet, I am whole,
A freed spirit, a healed soul.
I died alive, and in that end,
I found the joy to just be again.

So I was born dead, and lived in pain,
But in my death, I live again.
No chains to bind, no tears to cry,
In the peace of death, I learn to fly.