Woke up faded, blank inside, Prescription ghosts behind my eyes. They said the pills would save my mind, But now I barely feel alive. I used to hurt, at least I felt, Now I’m hollowed out of myself. A plastic smile, a dying spark, A heartbeat buried in the dark. I’m not drowning… I’m not breathing… Just somewhere in between and… I’m half alive, half erased, Medication keeps me safe. But I can’t feel the love, the hate— No fire left to motivate. Do I stay numb, clean, intact… Or risk the pain that might come back? Either way I fade to black— Yeah, I’m half alive and off the track. Hands don’t shake, but I don’t smile, I watch the world like a detached child. Friends say I’m “better,” but they don’t know I traded storms for dying slow. My demons sleep but so do I, Wrapped in blankets made of lies. Peaceful quiet, empty soul— I’m stable, yeah… but not whole. I’m not sinking… I’m not healing… Just stuck without a feeling… I’m half alive, half erased, Medication keeps me safe. But I can’t feel the love, the hate— No fire left to motivate. Do I stay numb, clean, intact… Or risk the pain that might come back? Either way I fade to black— Yeah, I’m half alive and off the track. If I feel again… will I break? If I stop the pills… what’s at stake? Will I drown in my mistakes? Or finally wake— OR FINALLY WAKE— I’m half alive, half erased, Searching for some kind of faith. Should I stay inside this cage… Or burn it down and face the rage? One way I’m numb, one way I crack— One way I might never come back. But something tells me that’s a fact— I’m half alive and fading fast.
