I think the scariest thing in this world,
Is not to feel a single thing at all.
No joy, no laughter, no excitement, nothing.
Not even pain, even though I cry.
My tears feel empty,
As if they fall without a reason, without a soul.
I wake up, I move, I speak, I breathe,
But I don’t know if I’m really here.
I don’t know what I’m doing, where I’m going,
Or if I’ll ever get through this.
Everything feels frozen, stuck in place,
Like time moves forward, but I do not.
If you ask me what’s wrong,
I don’t know what to say.
How do I explain something I don’t understand?
How do I put into words a feeling
That is not even a feeling at all?
It is emptiness.
It is silence in a world full of noise.
It is staring at the sky but feeling nothing at its beauty.
It is laughing but not feeling the joy behind it.
I wonder if someone will ever truly see me,
Not just my face, but what’s beneath.
Will they know how lost I am?
Will they know how heavy this nothingness feels?
Maybe one day, this will pass.
Maybe one day, I will feel again.
Maybe warmth will return,
And the ice inside me will finally melt.
Maybe.
But until then, I am here, lost in the numbness,
Waiting for something to change.
