The Nothing That I always was and always will be

Frozen inside the only thing keeping me alive is the warmth of my beating heart.
A soulless body that roams everywhere just a vessel with hardly any emotion and nothing to live for.

Night represents whats inside, night represents what has happened darkness surrounding me with only little light from the stars above.

Glossy eyes looking at the star-lit sky with tears of black substance running down my face.
Ruining the mask that I hide with the real me behind.

Gasping from pain, praying and dieing at the same time,
falling on the ground looking at the stars above.
Looking in the mirror with an angry expression on my face with black tears still streaming down my face.

The image in the mirror is not what people see everyday, but what they see is what I have become...nothing.

What caused me to be like this or was I always like this,
in the corners of my mind something is not there, something is missing and just a shadow.

So tired of being here with wounds that just keep
re-opening with even the smallest slip of emotion.
Tried so hard to say that I am OK when I really need help.

The dark-lit sky changes to light and once again I get up walk to the mirror and see the face, the face of a soulless person. The face which I hide everyday the nothing I always was and always will be.