I'm not alive
But I'm not dead,
Been left behind-
Too far ahead.

Maybe I'm lost,
Not to be found
Up in the sky,
Or underground.

And I may breathe,
But not the air.
I breathe the pain
And the despair.

It blocks my throat.
Clogs up my lungs
Its bitter taste
Still on your tongues.

Such you expell
With every word.
Drink it away,
Your words now slurred.

So then you ask,
Why live this life?
That brings but pain,
Despair and strife?

That's why I say,
I'm not alive.
For those that live
They still survive.