I feel so lost, 

like a hollow shell of the person I once was, or maybe of the person I’m supposed to be. 

Days blur into an endless grey, long and never-ending, 

like I’m stuck in a loop I can’t escape. 

It’s as if I’m always waiting. 

Waiting for something to end. Waiting for something to begin.

But nothing comes.

I don’t know how to feel anymore, don’t know how to speak.

My thoughts tumble over each other, an incoherent mess that drowns out the quiet. 

Even when I try to stay positive,

it feels like forcing light into a space that’s already too dark. 

Positivity takes energy-energy I don’t have.

I keep moving, not because I want to, but because I have to. 

It’s automatic, mechanical. 

I smile when I’m expected to, nod when I should, but inside, I feel like I’m fading.

I long for something, anything, to wake me up. To break the monotony. To remind me what it feels like to be alive again.