What is the opposite of being buried alive?
Hanging around life while being dead inside?
I feel like I’ve already perished long ago.
I walk and talk, but I’m nothing more than a ghost of the person I was supposed to grow up to be.
My words cannot express not even a fraction of the formless chaos I am experiencing inside.
Since I find no way of describing it, not even to myself, I start to doubt if it is even real.
It feels real.
Trying to focus on reality is very confusing,
because from this perspective, compered to many others, I’m a