• An eerie feeling creeps inside of me
    Where once sadness dwelled,
    But now a chilling hole
    Eager to be filled,
    But nothing sufficed my hollow heart.
    The cold air seemed to hover around me
    Clinging to my body
    And seeped through it
    Sweeping out
    All warmth and hope.
    What feeling has slithered viciously through me
    This feeling of being
    Dead inside.
    I am alive, breathing,
    But inside my heart felt to be beating
    For no purpose.
    Have I a reason to be here?
    To come to this state
    Is to being dead inside.
    I feel as if shrouded by endless mist
    Cold, no escape
    Out of this dark abyss.
    Would someone uplift me
    Show me a way,
    Guide me through this never ending night.
    But no one comes to my aid
    Hopes start to perish, fade
    Darkness consumes me,
    My soul is vacant, dead inside.

    What does it really mean
    To be dead inside?
    Is there such thing?
    I blame the world but I should blame myself.
    Those who feel they are dead inside
    Are not. They are ultimately imbeciles.
    Living in this world
    Thinking they have no purpose.
    Closed-minded, dense.
    Your way of living is not by what tragedies
    And what good times that you've experienced.
    It is how you deal with them.
    A crisis will give birth
    To an oppurtunity.