Are you living young great one?

Too tired to function. It's an illness.
Trying is just too much effort when all you're trying to do is survive.
What is surviving if you can't live? Can't breathe. Just one gulp of life.
Thirsty and unsatisfied. Lacking every emotion except being tired.
When tired, "happy" because "you're thriving"
and forcing the body to stay awake and keep moving.
The mind is exhausted. The body can endure the wasting minutes, days, and effort.
The moments are meaningless. They are the same. They mean surviving.
You want living. What is life without living? Dying. Not. Dead. Yet. One. More. Shift. Away. From. Death.
But it really isn't that hard to be a robot.
Live like a robot and miss life.
Miss young life, struggling. Miss emotions. Miss attachmments. Miss the moments...
That make life, life. Where are you, young robot?
Do you sleep? Do you dream? Do you become?
Your methodical ways are losing their greatness. Your plans are losing their goals.
Do the dead have goals? Do they breath? Do you have a heart young robot? Where is your heart?
Lost in dreaming...