It's coming it's returning
The empty feeling that I get
I'm tossing and I'm turning
I'm feeling like a shipwreck

Empty and abandoned
An empty hollow shell of want
I've crash landed
A shell of what I was once

Please give me my pain
I need the truest agony
Just don't let it wash in rain
To let my own emotions flee

Dully I watch
As I go by many places
My emotions stop
In an empty sea of faces

Tell me how
How to feel empty
Tell me now
How do I again see

Everything's so empty and pointless
Life doesn't even seem worth it

On the outside I look calm & collected
But inside it's a mess of emotions I've purposely neglected
Id rather seem cold & emotionless
Than try to verbally express
I shut down & retreat to only a place I know
A place I always run to & go
Sure I may be alone there
Being alone I don't care
I am only in control
Because I am an empty soul
Don't try to tell me I'm not empty
I've heard those words a plenty
They don't have any value or worth to me
Besides I like what my soul has become to be
It makes caring less of a mess
& I have no worries or stress
Inside through darkness I stroll
Happily I live without a soul

chilling, careless smile,
your eyes perambulate the
caverns of my soul

What will it take to feel again?
Something other than the feel of skin on skin.
This non-emotional mess that I'm living in.
Will I ever feel the kind of love that makes your knees weak,
or the bone deep hatred that makes your soul weep?
Must I be numb to all the things that supposedly make life beautiful?
Grass so green that it brings tears to your eyes, the laughter of a child and the preciousness of their smiles..
What is wrong with me?
I want to know what it's like to feel human.
The only thing I feel is tired, tired of pretending.
My smiles are so fake, a **** star would be impressed.

I feel like I cannot feel again
   The depth is gone The edge is gone
           I'm emotionless and stoic
   I'm static and white noise
              I donot feel anymore
     I'm dangerously numb,
All I do feel is anger burning holes in my skull
         So full of words begging to be let out.
   I'm so lost in my nest of decisions
       I regret my flight and my freedom
    I regret everything I did n didn't do
             These feelings are for me
    And shall consume me
           Till there are only bones and ashes
        But I don't want to regret anymore

Dead of the night,
nothing.
No sense of emotion present.
Nothing.
Going about life
but still
nothing.
Numbness is almost a feeling of comfort.
Happyness, joy and love
all seem so foreign and unheard of.
Nothing.

Sometimes...
I cannot hear your thoughts
Your mind to me
Is like smooth jagged glass
Beneath a pool of liquid winter
A lake of crystallized silence.
It hurts.

Sometimes...
I cannot feel your emotions
Your face is like an empty mask
A hollow shell
Your eyes are depthless glass
Living ice.
I can feel your heartbeat
I can hear you breathe
Tears flow down my cheeks,
Freezing in your frigid warmth.
They sound like antipathy.

Sometimes...
We kiss
Mental screams against silence
Passion against nothingness
Motion against stillness
You don't lie
You don't speak
You do nothing at all.
There're no roses amongst the thorns.

Sometimes...
I hear you speak
Flowers blooming in winter
Blood burning through snow
Your voice is a sirenic thing
Filling me
Maddening me
Tearing my heart apart.
A captivating inferno.
A glacial wind.
A numbing kiss.
Your voice is poison.
I crave its touch.

Sometimes...
I wonder if you're a corpse
I wonder if you're hollow
I wonder if you forget to feel.
Your smile
Is an existential thing.
Your laugh
Is a detached melody.
Your stare
Is an empty dream.
Arctic indifference.
Words fading into the wind.

Sometimes...
I can only see you
An aloof statue
A pitiless observer.
Tears flow down my cheeks,
Freezing in your frigid warmth.
I no longer understand you
Perhaps,
I never did.
Flowers blooming in winter
Blood burning through snow
My devotion
To a narcissistic fascination
Your voice is a sirenic thing
There're no roses amongst the thorns.
It hurts.
I wish to **** you.
You don't lie
You don't speak
You do nothing at all.

Your face remains an empty mask
Mental screams against silence
Arctic indifference
Decayed insanity
Inert image upon darkened glass.
What do I do with all these feelings?
You will not die.


It hurts.

When I haven't written for as long as I have,
I begin to think of any possible inspiration.
I have kissed and made love,
I have argued with others and battled myself.

Since no inspiration has arisen, I find myself
Torn between searching the ends of the Earth
And giving up.

Words are the building blocks of the modern world,
And I am unable to use them like I used to.
I find my poetry becoming essay-like.
Robotic. Empty. Hollow. When I speak my poetry,
I lack passion. My vocal chords leave me flat.
It may be spreading to my mind.

I lack passion for words and emotions all together
I am purely physical. I express my emotions in
An ordinary way, but I would rather sing and write.
I am becoming lost.

My stomach is in knots
My mind is distraught
I clench my eyes shut
As this feeling has left me in a rut
I know it will hurt you
But know that it hurt me too
If I stay any longer
My feelings will never grow stronger
A love without emotion
Is one I cannot stay
And although you swear that you will make me pay
For this broken love that lead you astray
Demanding
Begging
and finally Crying
For me to stay and give you my heart once more
But I cannot be the one you will want to adore
No more
I gift a gentle gaze, my smile crooked as I leave
My broken love behind
As I have finally set my mind free