Stiff and unmoving,
Breathless and immobile
Without life is the definition of this word
Ironic that life can be lifeless too
I am lifeless
Cold unfeeling dull eyes once full of life
Monotone voice that once was cheery and chirpy
Emotionless face that once was happy and shined a smile
Those days are no more.
4 years seem to be the trick to draining a human of happiness and joy
In this case anyway.
“New year new me”, they said.
“It’ll be a better year”
How can that be
When i’m crumbled and in tears?
I made new friends and had lots of laughs
But the “happiness” i feel is untrue
A facade, a charade i must play
To get through each and every day
So i don’t go across the street or down the road
So i don’t kick the chair from under me
I put on the mask to hide the empty soul
Crouched in a corner, weeping for each
Loss it’s experienced
Dull orbs gaze at their peers, no emotion
To be seen.
The eyes are a window to one’s soul
But the soul is non-existent
Where has it gone?
It vanished long ago.
A cold beating heart
It may beat, but its host is an undead
zombie, void of feeling or life.
They may breathe but they are lifeless,
They may speak but they hold no meaning,
They may blink, but they see endless suffering
They may eat, but they aren’t satisfied.
They may think, but there’s nothing
but empty thoughts.
Happy thoughts
Happy thoughts
Happy thoughts
No, there are none.
Only the void remains, draining us of life
And sustenance to feel.
For we have no emotions, feelings, and only feel
Empathy and listlessness
We are lifeless.
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my poems
الشعرthis is just for people who like poetry or poems in general. they were mostly vent poems but eventually they became more than vent poems. they let me express myself in a way that drawing couldn't.
