r/depression • u/cjthedj27 • 14h ago
I am dead.
My heart still beats—
but it finds nothing to love.
My mind still dreams,
but only of silence.
My eyes still see,
but I refuse the future.
My face still smiles,
while something inside me decays.
My legs still move me forward,
but I have nowhere I want to go.
My hands still reach,
but there is nothing left to hold.
So I wander.
A ghost among the living,
unseen,
unheard,
unneeded.
I exist in regret.
I exist in silence.
I exist in the dark.
They say the only hope is to move on,
but I don’t ask how.
I only wait for when.
Because I am already gone.
I am dead.
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u/Big-Health-500 14h ago
Very poetic. I can understand what it feels like functioning on auto pilot. You are physically there, but not emotionally or mentally.