I slink through life with tired limbs,
Like a zombie that has no need to eat flesh,
just shuffle around with to much baggage to hold.
I seem lifeless but I can still feel,
I feel Anger, sadness,fear,betrayals, and pain,
And most the things I can't control I hide.
I feel so dead mearly a shell of what was; hallow.

I miss who I was strong, and confident,
Carefree;Skipping over the bad rejoiceing the good
My life was beautiful, as was my attitude.
My wonderful life was like a polished wood chair,
Strong and steady that chair stood along the others
Pain like sandpaper on my life taking the finish off,
After a little while I was left bare vulnerable.

I could call out for help, but what would that do?
It would make me susceptible to judgment,
So I curl up and cry like every night, soon
Passing out in a damp mess of mascara.
Day after day a routine I hate to fallowing,
But what choice do I have I don't want you to see.

I'll be alright alone I always am,
The nightmares I have no longer faze me,
The only things that pains me anymore are,
The memories that never fade.
So I let myself drift along the wave of expectations.