POEM!

I'm slowly getting bored of life, Like a book I've read too many times. The days blur, the nights drag, Each moment weighed by a heavy flag.

The things that once lit a fire inside, Now feel empty, hollow, dried. Conversations echo but don't touch my soul, I laugh, I smile, but it's all a role.

The world moves on, bright and loud, While I'm lost in the shadows of the crowd. Everything feels like a repeat, the same old song, I keep walking, but the road feels wrong.

I try to care, to feel, to try, But all I do is question why. Why am I here, what's the point of this? Life feels like a story I don't want to miss - Yet it's draining, dull, and pulling me down, Like drowning in silence, where no one's around.

I'm tired of pretending, tired of the game, Each day feels different, yet painfully the same. I'm not alive, just barely surviving, A heart still beating, but not truly thriving.

And as I sit, staring at the night, I wonder if the stars feel my fight. Even they seem dimmer, lost in the sky, And I'm left with nothing but a quiet goodbye. 

~kshah