it’s okay, but it’s not

how do i feel? in all honesty i feel dead.
drained, tired, gasping for air but nobody seems to take light, only to be ignored.
i can’t knowing i’ve made no progress in my life.
i no longer find joy, in a lot of things, and it’s difficult.
even to feel something genuine now, is difficult.
and sometimes when i do find that genuinity, it’s not what it plays out to be.
so i suffer.
i suffer in silence because it’s easier.
for both ends.
and at the end of the day they move along with their lives and i’m stuck with mine.
but it’s okay.
you know why?
because i’m already dead inside anyway.