My poems. "What does it mean to die"

What does it mean to die?

To see your loved ones in despair?

To be devoid of scruples?

To be nothing and everything?

To have your soul broken so many times that you have to break it yourself too?

What does it mean to die?

You all have the same pathetic answer!

You are all so blinded by the fear of death that you don't see that we die every day.

We died long ago, only a few still truly live.

But you don't see them, cause only the living can see life in others who are alive.

While the dead, soulless, are drowning in hate, and try to take with them every bit of life from others.

You all died, at some point, in my eyes,

But I willingly blinded myself.

Because I couldn't stand face the thought of living among so many soulless people,

While life rushes through my veins so loudly