Mourning Myself

I can’t believe that I died,

Yet still walk among the living.

I thought I met my end when I 

Tried to drive my car off the road.

I thought it was over when I 

Attempted to hang my soul in that car.

Or maybe it ended when I 

Stopped feeling anything.

The medications cover it all up,

But I know there’s nothing deep down.

Part of me died when I couldn’t be released

From those white-washed walls.

I left part of my soul in the 

Smoke that comforted me.

To be numb was my dream, 

But the reality was too harsh.

What’s left now but to walk this

Corpse around like it still breathes air.

What’s left but to act like I’m 

Still whole after I crumpled inside.