At the point of not knowing if i'm really alive or dead--
I'm all over the place--
I want to feel alive without having to live on the edge overlooking death--
Where are the things that bring me joy?--
Just reaching for the sunshine while trying not to slide over the cliff to insanity--
I am breathing, but barely--
How can i say i'm alive when all i'm really doing is existing?--
I'm like an old newspaper breezing around on a crowded street... everyone has read me and i serve no purpose anymore--
So they walk on by--
I'm old news.