Dead among the living.

They walk slowly lookinf for nourishment to
sooth the need.
They are ignorant to the world.
The others walk by without a glance.
We are nothing to them.
The sun brings no comfort to us.
Our life is not worth living.
The others say we need to try harder.
But how can we when we're in a
state of selfloathing.
I would know. I am the dead among
the living.