Darkness. Loneliness. Chaos. Envious. Control. These are the emotions that scooped out my essence and turned my body into an empty husk. There is nothing constricting me but I cannot move. My life revolves around a shelf now. Just looking at dust collecting. Once I was able to feel positive emotions. When someone greeted me, I returned with a smile and a wave. When my sports team one, I would cheer in triumph. But now, My purpose is the only thing. Feeling nothing but waiting. Waiting so long that the world we live in my go to the dogs. Waiting till someone comes again, so I can feel something. Warning: _____________ Mild gore inside but not written about regularly.