I'm dead,
not literally,
but something in me died.

The spark I had,
the will to try,
lost somewhere along the way.

I wake up,
but it feels pointless,
like I'm just passing time.

Everything's dull,
and I can't remember what feeling alive meant.

I'm dead,
not literally,
but I feel buried all the same.

☑️

You gave me flowers
But the stems were daggers


🗡️ 

I held on because I believed the pain meant it was real
- Fyodor Dostoevsky