Alive, but barely living

Have you ever felt like the walking dead?

Like you're alive, but barely living.

Like your life stopped a few years ago, and you just didn't notice. You wake up. You go to work. You smile when people are looking. You do what needs to be done. But deep inside, you feel like a part of you never moved forward.

These poems are filled with grief, anger, regret, guilt, and the quiet pain of simply existing. There are no happy endings here. No lessons. No healing. Just honest words from someone who knows what it feels like to be alive, but barely living.

If you've ever felt like a ghost inside your own body, maybe these pages will understand you. Prioritize your mental health. Read at your own risk.

TW: death, dying, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, violence, strong language, brutal, unapologetic, hardcore grief.