Am I still alive? Just waiting for death to arrive.
One day I awoke, yet I was asleep.
Following a pattern, like a senseless sheep.
My mind seems avoid, like an empty plate.
Is this now my life? My destiny, my fate?
To carry-on, without a single hope or dream?
Dying inside, unable to scream.
What has happened?
Where did I go?
Was I always this way, and just didn’t know?
I believe not, it can’t be so.
Oh help me remember where, my dreams used to grow.