Stuck: a Poem

Nothing excites me anymore,
Not the things I used to love nor those I hate,
Like a blank canvas sitting on a frame,
I still wait for someone to paint.

Why should I get better, I ask myself,
No ones ever waiting for me,
And there’s no one I want to wait for me.

Lazily, each day goes by,
Sitting in front of the tv,
This world has become nothing but a show to me,
And I have lost my appetite to watch anymore of it.

Curse all you want,
I have become used to it,
Before you, I made myself cry,
And still I find ways to dry my eyes.

I surely wait for someone to help me,
Knowing longingly I am the one to save me,
Stuck I’ve become so many times,
Does it really matter if I live or die?