I'm dead
But I can feel my head beating

Not my heart
My head

A sensation like blinking your eyes
Or touching your forehead repeatedly

In beat

I fear I may have depression
Or do I?

Do I fear that I have depression?
Or do I have depression?

Or is there a third option?

Is it burn out?
Lack of motivation?

What?
What is it?

Nothing is fun.
You can't die with dignity

You can only live with it
But what is dignity

And what is it worth?

This may be rambling of a stranger
Someone you pass by without batting an eye

Or it might be someone
Someone you think you know

I question if what I tell myself is the truth
Or if I'll lying to myself

If I'm lying,
Am I becoming what I lie

Or is it the truth

Maybe I don't care anymore
I don't want to die
But I don't want to live

Not like this at least

Maybe I'll never find out