Confusion Poem by uder pressure

everyday grows much harder
the strings tied to both sides
of my body
pull me, detach me

the empty dry feeling consumes my
head and i have the feeling of light
i walk through the thick
forest with the cloudy mind

what to do or which
way to take
what are the steps that i need
to take in order to feel

human again?
is this what i'm suppose to feel
a broken heart
a hurtfull tongue?

am i really 'here' or just
here? Do i really live
or just get through?
will i ever be the person i need

or will i stay the person
i hate?
when will my life make sence
when will i be able to feel the
joy and the comfort of my
own self?