Alive?I don't feel
Alive?
I don't feel it.
Love?
I can't reach it.
I can't break through the steel walls imposed on me by something unseen
It's been this way for months now.
And though I am thinking, the dull sadness is all I'm feeling.
Are genetics to blame?
I can't seem to pick myself up
Just like my grandmother as I was growing up.
Light?
I don't feel it.
Reality?
I can't reach it.
This formless anchor weighing me down as people tell me to just be happy.
It was that way months ago.
Now my only companion is the anchor.
Am I to blame?
I can't seem to pick myself up.
Though I've tried time and time again.