At some point you stop asking,
What happened?
And ask what's wrong with me?
At some point you stop living,
You start surviving.
At some point you learn to fake a smile
Until you eventually give up
At some point your realize the you don't control your tears,
They control you.
At some point you can't tell the difference between an urge
And Boredom.
At some point you realize that you are dead.
It's just that your heart has yet to stop beating.