Oxygen

©Doll I wake up again in this same old skin, But it doesn’t feel like mine, doesn’t fit anymore. I stare at the ceiling, wondering if it’d change a thing If I stopped moving, stopped trying to pretend. The clock ticks on, but I don’t feel time pass, Just the weight sitting in my chest, heavy and still. It’s like the air I breathe is too thick for me, Like it belongs to someone who deserves it more. Every day’s a blur of motions I don’t even feel, Like I’m here to serve a purpose, but it’s never for me. I keep searching for a sign, for something real, But all I find is the emptiness inside my head. What’s the point of breathing, of being alive, When all I do is take up space in a world that doesn’t need me? I’m lost in the noise, trying to find a reason, But every step feels like I’m sinking further down. I keep moving forward, but I don’t know where I’m going, Just a body in motion, a waste of oxygen. I see people smiling, they’ve got something to hold on to, While I’m stuck in this shell that feels like a prison. I go through the motions, but there’s nothing behind them, Like the things I do only matter to everyone else. What about me? Why can’t I feel what they feel? Everything I touch slips right through my hands, Like I’m not even here, Just a breath in the air, just taking up space. I keep giving pieces of myself away, But there’s nothing left for me to take back. I ask myself if it’s worth it, if this is all there is, If I’ll ever find something that makes me feel alive. But every day ahead looks the same as the last. Existing, but never really living. I ask myself if it’s worth it, if this is all there is, If I’ll ever find something that makes me feel alive. But every day ahead looks the same as the last. Existing, but never really. I’m lost in the noise, trying to find a reason, But every step feels like I’m sinking further down. I keep moving forward, but I don’t know where I’m going, Just a body in motion, a waste of oxygen. I breathe in the air, but it never feels like enough, Like every breath I take doesn’t belong to me. I’m here, but I don’t feel alive in my own skin, Just taking up space in a world that doesn’t need me. There are days I wonder if disappearing would matter, If the world would spin the same without me in it. I try to push the thought away, but it creeps back in, Reminding me I’m just here, filling the air. Everyone moves forward, and I’m stuck in place, In this life that feels more like a burden than a gift. I try to reach out, but my hands fall empty, Grasping at a future I’m not sure I even want anymore. Maybe it’s easier to just float, To let go of the weight that’s crushing me, And accept that I’ll never feel whole. I’m lost in the noise, trying to find a reason, But every step feels like I’m sinking further down. I keep moving forward, but I don’t know where I’m going, Just a body in motion, a waste of oxygen. I breathe in the air, but it never feels like enough, Like every breath I take doesn’t belong to me. I’m here, but I don’t feel alive in my own skin, Just taking up space in a world that doesn’t need me. What’s the point of all this when I can’t feel a thing, Just drifting, existing, never feeling alive? I move through this world like I’m meant for something more, But in the end, I know I’m just a waste of oxygen. Just a waste of oxygen, Filling lungs that don’t need me. I wonder why I exist at all, When I’m just here, never truly living.