It is not easy to walk in darkness,
Wandering the gray grass fields,
Waiting for there to be any light
Or waiting for the embrace of night
To at least feel the cold.
There is no light shining in my eyes,
There is no warmth in my heart,
And my skin feels numb and weak.
No pain makes me feel,
No food gives me warmth or fill,
No person brings me life again,
A hollow smile to fill a broken face,
A veneer placed to fool the world
That life is normal with no troubles,
To let the world believe that functions flow
Despite the cogs being stuck for ages.
Unable to feel and unable to love,
Yearning to do so hurts more
Than the knife against the skin.