yuripetrovs:

i gave up on living
but i’m not resigned to die
life has become a waiting game
i no longer have faith in love
i no longer have faith in myself
the constructed, artificial emotions
are heavy and leave a stale taste on my tongue
i lick my lips
and it is bitter
have my eye grown duller
as my spirit has vacated my body
what’s left except the functions
of my sad and struggling organs
is that enough to constitute as life?
am i living
i know i am not dead
i have not resigned to death
what have i resigned to?