The Truth

The truth is I'm not in pain I'm not sad, nor am I happy The truth is I'm stuck in my own never ending darkness I ate the pain and I tucked it away depression kills you and now all that's left is this numb body that I am in They say it'll get better, but what if I don't want it too. what an I without it? what's the point if I'm not constantly fighting this battle either way what is there to live for it's just a cycle