Dying to Live

Will you wish to be alive if your life is dead?

I born to live,

To live with scars,

To walk in misery,

I open my blind eyes,

I move my paralyzed limbs,

I touch with my numb skin,

I speak with my zipped lips.

My vision sees agony,

Motions tend to regress,

Senses still feel nothing,

And words thrust everything.

All can do is to tear up,

for this life I'm living now,

to end...

I'm here, I'm fine.

still vigorous in person,

yet I'm dying

within my deepest soul

which no one can know.