I navigate from moment to moment in deprived of the world, guided only by none existent feelings of worthlessness. All the things to take joy from are gone, vanished in the nothingness.
Gone from my life, into the next, good for it I guess. I hope I have more fun there. Feel me world for I cannot feel you, gain fun from me for I can't from you
To live for others is all that's left I have not vanished for them Only my self For me I'm left bereft
Bereft of things Bereft of foods Bereft of sounds Bereft of Joy