Sitting here thinking I must be dead,
I just want to cry, sob over anything,
Just to know I'm alive, that there is emotion left in me,
Where have I gone?
Lost myself on the trail of becoming nothing,
Slowly dying within, lack of soul is setting in,
Once called friends hold no meaning,
They could slap me across the face in lack of reason,
And I doubt I'd feel the sting of their hand,
Only a shadow of a sensation no longer felt,
I can't have much farther to go,
Until I'm pronounced dead, lack of pulse is pounding in my head,
No time to think about how I move,
Just need to say goodbye to those once loved,
Proving my last drop of humanity existed,
I see them watching in terror, not knowing why,
But the twinge in my heart soon becomes noticeable,
Stabbed in the chest, lack of blood puts me to the test,
Pulling the knife out slowly I breath my good bye,
Falling to the floor in need of rest,
I close my eyes on a pain-filled world,
Emptiness consumes me in a coma of death,
Laid to rest on a bed of thorns by the ones once needed,
Alive once more, lack of regret in my core.
