Am I losing myself to this crazed depression, every day I wake feeling more and more lifeless, the clock is on its thirteenth hour and what should have died and turned to dust is existing in constant purgatory, a heart that no longer is  capable of loving but still feels that emptiness, observes from behind thick glass screaming at a person who is incapable of listening.

This strange man I see infront of me, I have no attachment to, will anyone listen if he cried. Would anyone help if he crumbled infront of them, his every grain of emotion flooding onto empty ears and hearts, no sympathy or love is there for him. We're begging you please, take notice, and let us free from this purgatory.