I wish,
I could cry it all out
let the tears roll

Ironical as it seems
I felt everything ,
The sadness in the eyes.
The happiness in the smile.
The affection of the arms.
Everything.

Yet I have nothing  
The sadness in my eyes
nor fear.
The happiness in my smile
nor disgust.
The affection of the arms
nor anger.
Nothing.

Like sponge,
Easy to slice and slash
and simply burn to ash

And I know
it is I
barely alive
Numb.