My body is pale and chilled to the bone,
Everything I once was is long gone,
The light in my eyes have dulled slowly.
I no longer feel like the lively boy I once was,
Expressions of emotions seem so foreign.
Everything feels so hopeless,
I am unable to feel anything,
I am to far gone, to hollow inside to care.
I am a **** living inside the little boy they all once knew,
A criminal taking away all the things that allowed me to feel,
Now only the feeling of numb runs through my veins.
This is the outcome; all I have done to get better has just left me numb.
I can hear the drums still,
Understanding when to react and play the 'act',
Another day starting but I don't even notice.
I wonder sometimes if I'll every get better,
Maybe then everyone will return back to me?
But I silence those thoughts, and just through my sweater back on,
Its knitted with all the emotions I once was able to freely feel.
All there is left is this numb little boy,
In replace of the once brightest little star that was filled with such innocents.
