I’m not sad, but I’m not happy. I don’t smile, but tears don’t seem to flow either. I’m happy with my life, yet I want to end it. I have many friends I cherish deeply, but somehow I’ve never been more alone. I’m not numb, yet I cannot feel a thing. This state I’m in is far worse than any I’ve lived through. It’s like waiting for fireworks, but all you see is a spark. It’s emotionless yet overwhelming. I don’t know what to call this, but I believe I’m caught in the middle…wishing for death, but longing to live.

I’m not sad, but I’m not happy. I don’t smile, but tears don’t seem to flow either. I’m happy with my life, yet I want to end it. I have many friends I cherish deeply, but somehow I’ve never been more alone. I’m not numb, yet I cannot feel a thing. This state I’m in is far worse than any I’ve lived through. It’s like waiting for fireworks, but all you see is a spark. It’s emotionless yet overwhelming. I don’t know what to call this, but I believe I’m caught in the middle…wishing for death, but longing to live.