I am here but I am not

I struggle to battle the pressure

It is cyclical

All day, every day; no leisure

I fell live my mind is tied into a knot

I am not alone but I am lonely

They have no idea what my fears and fantasies are

And so, each day they drain me

What if I show them who my demons really are?

Maybe someday; unknowingly

My heart is beating, but it is not

Slowly, yet gradually

I lost pieces of myself

And now, I feel dead

Wait! Am I dead?

Probably