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Giving Up
I've been dead so long
I forgot how to care.
Life is pale, but painless;
It's just the numbness I can't bear.
Isolated, I'm rolling in the mud.
Filled with sorrow, but still,
I'm not eager to escape;
I have no will.
The goals I set that bring me life-
Purpose and passion all fade.
And despite the meaning they may bring,
They strip away the escapes I've made.
I do not become, I backslide.
I am never done.
I might spend the rest of my life
Running from myself.
I might never notice. I'll be too busy
fighting to hold my ground, or trying
to give up.
