There is nothing
There is no heart
No being broken
Or tearing apart
There is no pain
There is no life
There is no comfort
There is no knife
Grey surrounds
Dark has fled
Light is shinning
But I still feel dead
My emotions have drifted
Into the air
I walk without feeling
I walk without care
Is this good?
Or is it bad?
Is it a dream?
Have I gone mad?
Is it better to feel pain
Than anything at all?
Is it better to stay still
Or just accept a fall?
There is no tears
Only a blank stare
There is no happiness
And I do not care...
