Do you ever feel so tired, but you don't want to sleep?
And you just cannot cry.
So over, but you don't want to die.
And I wonder if I'm cured.
Is this how everyone else feels?
I'm not sad.
But I'm not happy either.
If there's a middle ground then there I am.
A thin line where eyes tear but cannot spill,
And you can blast your music and still not feel.
You want to cut but don't care enough to even do that.
All I can feel is guilt.
Because I miss being able to cry. I miss feeling hopeless, lonely, and hopelessly lonely.
It's better than this.
Or maybe this is how life really is.
Maybe I should content myself to walk around as a shell.
And I can store as much as I want in it.
But it'll never be permanent.
I can fill it with emotions I don't really feel and behaviors that aren't really mine.
But they'll always leave.
And I'll be left empty again.