Dead, Not Gone

I woke up dead this morning
yet I still had things to do
I made a pot of coffee
pancakes and eggs too.

No blood was flowing through my veins
as I put the clothes away
numbness overtook me
as I saw the break of day.

Come upon us now
the brilliant morning sun
all their footsteps down the stairs
no one noticed, not a one

Dead inside, heart closed off
every dream expired
I wiped the counter, moved the plate
and all I felt was tired.

Tired of trying to be what
I'm never meant to be
the perfect mother, wife and child
no none of them are me

So I will choose this death instead
and live my life encased
in this casket called my skin
behind this empty face.