Living Death Poem by Skylark Woodrow

"At least I'm not dead."
Ah, but don't you know there's a living worse than death.

When the pain takes over,
Darkness enshrouds you,
And your heart fails within you.
When you want it to just stop beating,
But still it goes on.

You are not alive,
You are not living,
You're nothing but a corpse with a beating heart,
And you don't know how to fix it.
But worst of all, you can't remember ever feeling anything else.

(2018.3.12)