I Am Alive

I no longer feel alive,
as the day fades into night,
and everyone passes me by,
while I pretend everything is alright.

I feel myself slipping away,
not caring when I should,
it has to be this way,
I’d change it if I could.

As down as I feel,
lower than the ground,
I want to know what is real,
and why no one is around.

But in defiance I finally scream,
I too can survive,
though the tears form an endless stream,
I am alive.

When I’ll feel like myself again,
I do not know,
but I’m tired of asking when,
I can be free once more to grow.

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Published by Caleb James K.

Caleb is a freelance writer, aspiring novelist, and an avid reader. He is the creator of DPW and enjoys editing, as well as helping other writers with their work. When he's not writing or sipping fine whiskey, he can be found at the gym, hiking in the woods, or spending time with his crazy Siberian husky Nitro and wonderful girlfriend Mindy. View all posts by Caleb James K.