I'm dead inside, a hollow vessel of desolation,
A soul consumed by the darkness of isolation,
The flicker of life extinguished, an empty shell,
Lost in the depths of my own personal hell.
Emotions once vibrant, now a distant memory,
Replaced by a numbness, a chilling apathy,
The colors of the world fade to shades of gray,
As I navigate this existence, day by day.
No longer do I feel the warmth of the sun,
Nor do I dance with joy, or laugh with anyone,
The echoes of laughter are but a distant sound,
As I wander through this life, without being found.
The smiles of others pass me by, unseen,
For I am locked in a prison, where hope has never been,
I wear a mask of normalcy, a facade for the world,
But inside, I am but a broken, fragmented swirl.
Every beat of my heart is heavy with despair,
As I long for someone to release me from this snare,
But the chains that bind me are of my own creation,
A self-imposed sentence, without liberation.
Yet in this darkness, a spark begins to ignite,
A flicker of hope, a glimmer of light,
For even in the depths of this eternal night,
A whisper of life stirs, ready to take flight.
I may be dead inside, but the ashes still hold fire,
A dormant spirit, waiting to be inspired,
I will rise from the ashes, like a phoenix in flight,
And reclaim my soul, from the depths of this night.
For even in the darkest depths, hope can arise,
And though I may be dead inside, I'll find a way to survive,
For I am more than the emptiness that dwells within,
I am a phoenix, reborn, ready to begin.
