The Writers' Circle

What to do, when I'm all alone:
no motivation to seize the day;
not content with staying at home
I'm stuck in limbo, being unalive.

I remember how I used to pray;
now I feel I'm talking to myself
and no matter what I say
it's all for nothing.

I feel I am unravelling;
the things that should hold my mind together
are less...and less...
I am afraid. 

I could do this; I could do that
But why?

The last time I broke a razor
was over a year ago
Temptation and images haunt me, though
I have resisted: why?
I need to know;
give me a reason that is not a lie
I don't want to not die for nothing.

None of us truly knows anything
we just tell ourselves we do
That's why; that's why nothing matters
at all
but we just keep living anyway.