Blood is supposed to pour from our wounds
But the only thing I see dripping away
Are my hopes and dreams
A human feels and cries and laughs
But I am a husk of former joy
A happiness that will never last
Love is a mystery to me
I don't know how to feel
Life is a fantasy
I'm not free
Tears and blood are human
And I am not
A spirit, a shell, of what I once was
I am not a person
I am nothing
Compared to everyone else
