Am I Dead

Am I Dead?

I guess I must be dead now
For I feel no pain, or a life.
And nothing touches me
To bring succour or more strife.
And I can't see outside my box
That's how confinement feels.
Locked in consuming darkness
Which my personality steals.

I look out with sightless eyes
Upon a blackness staring back,
Into my empty, void-like brain
That feels it must now crack,
From all this unseen pressure
Pushing me helpless to the ground.
And even if I can get up again,
No sanctuary will be found.

So am I dead then, I must ask?
But only echoes answer now,
For nothing outside gets in
As nobody will know how.
So then I must be dead
Trapped in my limbo state,
Suffocated and being crushed
By an entity I now hate.

Although a flicker of some hope
I may escape from my regression.
When hearing daunting words say,
I'm suffering from depression!