Didn't know I flatlined
Because of the smile
On my face
The mask that I wear
No one had a clue
That my heart died
And I was now
A part of the writing dead
But I'm not upset
Because
Sometimes
This is better
Than the alternative
At least now
I don't have to worry
About what others think
Won't get upset at life's disappointments
Could care less
if anyone is offended by me
Because I am no longer alive
I gave up the fight
Decided to cross over
To the dark side
To see how the other half lives
I'm now a part of that community
That wanders aimlessly about
Not caring
Oblivious to what is going on
Desensitized to people's feelings
No more desire to love
No compassion
No empathy
No more rescuing
No more being the nice guy
Or the knight in shining armor
I just exist outside of existing
Don't call or text
Because dead men tell no tales
Silently I roam
Bitterness has taken up residence
Where love used to reside
Chaos
Has become my name
My smile is now a perpetual scowl
I shun
The day
But revel in the night
This is who I am
Perhaps this is who I have always been
Perhaps I was trying to be alive
When in fact I've always been dead
It just took life
To shake me out of my fantasy
Of being happy
To restore me to the reality
Of a Dead Poet Writing
Because of the smile
On my face
The mask that I wear
No one had a clue
That my heart died
And I was now
A part of the writing dead
But I'm not upset
Because
Sometimes
This is better
Than the alternative
At least now
I don't have to worry
About what others think
Won't get upset at life's disappointments
Could care less
if anyone is offended by me
Because I am no longer alive
I gave up the fight
Decided to cross over
To the dark side
To see how the other half lives
I'm now a part of that community
That wanders aimlessly about
Not caring
Oblivious to what is going on
Desensitized to people's feelings
No more desire to love
No compassion
No empathy
No more rescuing
No more being the nice guy
Or the knight in shining armor
I just exist outside of existing
Don't call or text
Because dead men tell no tales
Silently I roam
Bitterness has taken up residence
Where love used to reside
Chaos
Has become my name
My smile is now a perpetual scowl
I shun
The day
But revel in the night
This is who I am
Perhaps this is who I have always been
Perhaps I was trying to be alive
When in fact I've always been dead
It just took life
To shake me out of my fantasy
Of being happy
To restore me to the reality
Of a Dead Poet Writing