I Am No More

What does it matter? 
To any one really….
My life is just that 
what is it worth?
I sometimes wonder
would I be missed?
For me.
Just for who I am…
Or would it be
for what I have done?
For what gets done
Often I wonder
Who I am really…
So many questions
I ask myself
Why I do the things
that I do….
Will the emptiness in me
Be filled with something else
Will I ever care again?
Because I don’t
Will I ever feel the emotion
of love again?
Because I believe there is none
I feel numb inside
nothing
empty
and I laugh just to hear what
happiness used to sound like…
I look at myself in the mirror…
And wonder where I went…
Who I thought I was
I am no more…
So it’s ssdd…same shit different day..on with the show, get the ball rolling and the servant shall serve….
A smile on her face, eyes vacant, throat dry…just going through the motions of life