Why Go On

In the bleak abyss that is my mind I search and struggle just to find Some tiny hope or a reason to live Some spark or just a to give Nothing left inside my heart Been destroyed and blown apart Just a phantom shell remains A picture of it's sad remains In the world, I seem ok Walking, talking every day All motion, meaningless, rote Each poem I write, another death note Just another day, and I'm not ok But I keep on breathing anyway