The things I once loved are not just a distraction, Now even those distractions can’t entertain me. The feeling of nothingness is closing around me, The cold I thought I had under control is now taking over.
The drowning feelings are finally frozen in place, But so are any other feelings I used to have. Happiness, gone. Sadness, gone. Anger, gone.
I feel like I am a walking doll. Not the kind with no imperfections and always a smiling, No. More like the one you forgot in the dark and cold place to rot.