You sit, staring,
staring at nothing,
merely looking out,
out at a blurred image
of how things are.
One torn soul,
searching,
trying to find that one thing
that will make it all worth while.
Dead weight
slumped against the wall,
staring into the void
that once was full.
Trying, desperately
to feel something,
pain, anger, hate,
love, happiness...
any emotion,
anything to let you know
that you are still alive,
but you are left
with only this emptiness,
not knowing what to do,
how to handle
not having emotions.
Such a lost soul,
and all you find to do
is slump against the wall,
desperately trying to feel again.