DEAD

In mid-twenties
And fed up of life
It keeps on cutting your throat
And that too with a blunt knife

It doesn't matter anymore
If I am dead or alive
For I can't fight any further
Just to win another day and survive

Now I don't even know
What it means to be happy?
And I am really ok with it
I am destined to stay unhappy

There is nowhere to go
I am feeling I am trapped
Energy, wishes, strength and desires
Life as slowly sapped

It may seem to you I am alive
But no leaves are left to be shed
Merely breathing doesn't count as living
I know that and I am dead . . .