Show me what it means to feel.
Show me that love and happiness are real,
Because the fact that I have blood coursing to my head,
Doesn't prove that I'm not dead.
My soul has departed long ago,
My body was left behind though,
To eat breathe and sleep,
A hollow shell of empty emotions,
A hollow shell of shallow devotions.
Let my dead friends be my witness,
To the fact that I can't even do them justice.
They escape my thoughts,
Day and night,
My betrayal to them is my plight.
My feelings for them died along with their hopes and dreams,
My sanity is tearing at the seams it seems,
And I wish I could join them,
My friends, once again.
