Everyday same thing
living but not alive
going through the motions of my life
Faking feelings
I'm hollow inside
I don't know why
I don't see to care anymore
Do my work but just enough
No time for people; I'm trying to occupy my mind
Is there something wrong
Or is it just me?
Am I just doing it wrong?
Why do i feel this way, unworthy unloved
When im so lucky in life?
Everyday same thing
living but not alive
going through the motions of my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem