Have you ever been so numb,
That your being has been void of its emotion?
Howling strong winds and cracking thunderstorms,
But as calm as the bottom of the ocean?
Have you ever felt being put in a pedestal,
on a personal collection?
False feeling of importance,
But there never was connection.
Nowadays, I spend my days,
wishing of the days past.
Every day is a waking struggle,
I wonder how much more it may last.
I took it all for granted,
all I wanted was it to work out.
Promise of openness,
But it's difficult to be heard out.
I left a lot of things,
tried to show you your importance.
Surrounded me with material things,
But loneliness is what my soul has.