Not really alive, not really dead

When you say it all but it’s still unsaid,


You walk in the present while living in the past

Clinging to every joyous moment lest it be the last,


Days turn to nights, darkness breaks into light

As you crawl out of bed drained of the strength to fight,


Each laugh is so hollow, each smile just an inverted frown

Imprisoned in a circus where you’re not even the clown,


It’s miserable being a sunflower when the sun is never around

You can’t really stay afloat when you believe you’ve already drowned,


Breathe in, breathe out and you’ll get through the toughest hour

Be your own soul-warmer, no one else deserves that kind of power.