I watched as everyone smiles,
They will even laugh for a while.
But as they leave,
I'm still left in my greave.
For as I,
I feel nothing.
I feel as if my soul,
Has turned to coal.
And my thoughts,
Are empty in a pot.
For as I,
I feel empty.
The world broke me,
I don't even know who I want to be.
Nothing matters now,
Yet I'm still here somehow.
For as I,
I feel blank.
I now stare down,
I shut down as I frown.
I think of nothing,
Because everything is crushing.
I am,
Numb.
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Writing Roses
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