Living Or Dying

I walk. I eat. I sleep.
I touch. I see. I smell.
I hurt. I ache. I long.
I am all but I am not.

I do things for necessity.
I breath for the sake of breathing.
I work to have a job.
I live but not really.

So I ask myself, what I am?
Am I a man without a purpose?
A person living a life?
Or a person dying inside?

Am I the person staring back in the mirror?
Or is that someone's shell?
Is this the way to live?
Or is this the way to die?

Is this how it should be?
Is this what they call life?
Should I just drink a poison instead?
And end this Lifeless living.