I lock myself inside the room (my own).

Call it shelter, call it tomb (my own).

The world keeps begging at the door (my own).

I wonder what I’m hiding for.

I cancel plans I swore I’d keep (my own).

Excuses pile, the guilt runs deep (my own).

Relief arrives, a fleeting breath (my own).

It feels like life, it tastes like death.

My room, grows, wide.

Between, its walls, hide.

I don't know, why.

Every time I lied.

And I imagine all the possible scenarios, clear in my mind.

Each one ends with me not being, vanishing, leaving no, trace behind.

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.

(I'm, I'm, dead)

(Am I alive?)

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.

The screen lights up, I let it die (my own).

Unread messages stack and lie (my own).

Their kindness burns, I can’t reply (my own).

I choke on silence, don’t know why.

A selfish wish to disappear (my own).

No ties to cut, no face to mirror (my own).

And yet I know, if I was gone (my own).

They’d curse the dark I leaned upon.

My room, grows, wide.

Between, its walls, hide.

I don't know, why.

Every time I lied.

And I imagine all the possible scenarios, clear in my mind.

Each one ends with me not being, vanishing, leaving no, trace behind.

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.

(I'm, not, dead)

(Am I alive?)

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.

My room looks wider than I thought it could be.

My mind grows tired of imagining what I don't see.

I wish I could be optimistic, like I was before.

But I'm drowning in dark waves, the sun doesn't rise anymore.

And I imagine all the possible scenarios, clear in my mind.

Each one ends with me not being, vanishing, leaving no, trace behind.

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.

(I'm, not, dead)

(Am I alive?)

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.

And I imagine all the possible scenarios, clear in my mind.

Each one ends with me not being, vanishing, leaving no, trace behind.

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.

(I'm, not, dead)

(Am I alive?)

Why is it this hard to imagine... A life?

I'm still not dead but I don't feel alive.