Going through the motions day in and day out
Everything is fading, in a years time
The emotions have stopped latching onto me
Stopped bothering me, helped numb me into dull submission
Though smiles come and go upon my blank canvas
Bile rises in my throat for myself
Feeling nothing towards people is hell itself
In contrast to black and white
I am gray
The bland distasteful shade
A combination of both light and dark
My soul splits
Physically, I appeal to you
Though emotionally I become reserved and cold
A wasteland
When you come across me and feel that I am warming up to you
It is me who is making you cold
Then you too flee my side
As little as parting my soft seeming lips
Physical fake appeal is overshadowed by the raw starved demons I locked away
And flee you do
While I call out an emotionless good bye
Farewell
Coming to terms with how my life is, as of now
I become an apathetic example of self control
Fake becomes home to me, a safe harbor from quotes of “ in due time”
In a months time, little did I know, that my despair would turn into something new
~You Know Who
