The Ghosts of my past.

October 1st, 2008-Waiting.

I don’t have a reason to cry;

That tear falls anyway.

I have a reason to bleed..

That indent in my wrist;

I starting to sting.

I sit in the dark;

Waiting.

For nothing to happen.

I feel no emotion.

I don’t see why.

Confusion is overcoming.

I’ve put a fence up;

So no one gets in my head.

Nobody can inflict pain.

That I wouldn’t feel anyway.

I may be just a shadow.

Lurking behind..

But I still see everything.

I hear more.

I see more.

I observe everything.

Yet, I feel nothing.

I expect nothing.

Hope for nothing.

Want nothing.

Nothing.