Am I Me
How does it feel to live life with a heart that doesn't beat.
Resembling a zombie walking emotionlessly down the street.
Remembering when I stood with pride as I stand on my feet.
Now I crawl along the ground trying to not admit defeat.
Doing my best to push on embracing everything that my parents taught me.
Yet I always seem to build myself back up with parts that are faulty.
Only thing I've been good at is making mistakes.
Regardless of how I try to do whatever it takes.
So now I live life numb to how I feel.
Sadly I became this way, chasing something that's wasn't real.
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