Life has lost its color,
drained from each time I felt my heart break into a million pieces,
from every tear,
every empty stare.
I'm not here,
this is not me.
I'm hollow,
can't you see?
My words have grown much more tainted and disastrous,
like I'm waiting to neglect whatever comes my way.
I know that isn't who I'm meant to be,
it isn't who I used to be at least.
Why do I keep pushing,
it's like I don't want to feel a single thing.
