It's over,
this life I expected,
I didn't have everything before,
but I had that kept me alive.
Now nothing,
Nothing at all,
Do you even care?
My soul's dead,
I'm walking but it's not me walking,
I'm talking but that's not me either,
I lost me a long time ago.
Now I'm just another mouth to feed,
Just another number in the population count.
I'm not loved,
that's okay,
I don't expect love,
Don't expect anything really.
©2009 Skye Jayne
~Writing Tales of Love and Heartbreak~
