Am I really alive?

this is just one of the many thoughts I have had recently in classes. I honestly can't fully remember what I was thinking about, all I know, is that I was probably a bit suicidal again...

My head is screaming to give up, and for once my heart is silent.

Is this what it’s like to die?

To just stop caring

Stop trying to survive in this world

To be numb

 

People around me would tell me I’m important,

But how much do they really mean it?

How much do they truly care?

Why should they truly care anyway?

 

Why does life have to be so hard to bear anyway?

Shouldn’t there be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?

Not a cold stone ground?

 

Katy Perry was right…

Author's Note

honestly, just let me know what's going on, what you think, maybe what you think might be going through my head, honestly, i'm just as confused as everyone else