Disconnected

Walking through days, body moving, mind elsewhere,

Every word I say feels borrowed, thin air.

Eyes open, staring at faces I can’t connect,

A life I live, but I can’t respect.

Clock ticks louder than the thoughts in my head,

Fingers shake like they’ve been fed with lead.

Gun to my temple — not to play, just a thought,

A shadow of a feeling, the price I’ve been bought.

I’m a zombie, a ghost in my own skin,

Moving through motion, nothing left within.

Hollow chest, heartbeat echoes slow,

Gun to my head is just how it feels, you know.

I’m a zombie, drifting through the day,

Disconnected, numb, fading away.

Tired of pretending, tired of the show,

I’m barely alive… just let me go.

Mirror shows me, but it’s not my face,

Just a mask, stitched tight, keeping pace.

Laughing at nothing, smiling at pain,

Brain on fire while my body’s restrained.

Thoughts like shrapnel, tearing my mind,

Trapped in circuits I can’t unwind.

The world keeps spinning, I can’t touch the sky,

I’m a moving corpse in a living life.

I’m a zombie, a ghost in my own skin,

Moving through motion, nothing left within.

Hollow chest, heartbeat echoes slow,

Gun to my head is just how it feels, you know.

I’m a zombie, drifting through the day,

Disconnected, numb, fading away.

Tired of pretending, tired of the show,

I’m barely alive… just let me go.

Everything’s muted, nothing feels real,

A life of echoes, nothing to heal.

Gun in my thoughts, not to act, just to hold,

A metal reminder of the numb and cold.

I can scream in silence, can’t break the chain,

Living like this is just endless pain.

I’m a zombie, I’m a shell,

I’m a ghost nobody can tell.

Tired of pretending, tired of the show,

I’m barely alive… just let me go.

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