_theidlemind_ wrote this evocative poem which I'm sure some of you can relate to the feeling it describes, I know I can.

I am just a living corpse,
Awake, but empty,
Moving, but still,
Whispering, but silent,
And i am trying to find
My way- backward or forward,
I do not know- but i am trying.

Nothing went wrong,
Or maybe everything did,
Since everything was perfectly right.
I do not know my reason for wandering away,
Nor do i know where
I intend to go from this place,
But i will go, Once i find my reason.

Is it just the feeling
Of hopelessness,
Of giving up-
On everything, everyone, myself-
Or is it that i have had
Enough of the false hope
To last a lifetime,
An infinity?

Life has not been easy for me,
Nor is it full of gravels.
It has been just
Like every other life-
Full of challenges
That i fail to keep up with,
And then raise my pile of failures

But when see,
People expecting from me,
I explode with rebellion.
No idea why,
But i just do,
Just To prove to them that
I  can do worse than i have.

But I haven't got a clue,
Where these fires
Are bursting from?
Within me?
Around me?
Or is it that i am
Imagining them all?

Should i blame it on
My fragile, gullible age?
Or these constant fears
Of 'what ifs' that make me
Want to learn by purposely
Doing the wrong, even though,
I know the outcome of my route.

I think it is pain,
Not that i feel-
Because i dont feel any
(I am a corpse, you see)-
But the one i want to feel,
So that i feel less like i do now,
So that i actually FEEL.

I hope this time passes soon,
I hope this time makes me learn,
I hope i am not shattered at the end,
I hope i don't cling to my demons,
I hope i find my saving hand,
I hope i find my guiding light,
I hope i put behind this corpse for a wonderful life.