Anymore.

I don't think I feel anymore.

I use to feel everything, use to feel so alive. Now I don't feel anything inside.

I don't think I feel anymore.

My mind use to be so full with emotion, now all I seem to know is commotion.

A state of confused and noisy disturbance, my heart couldn't bear it.

My eyes use to shine with light, now I don't even have the might.

Because I don't think I feel anymore.

My heart was so warm with love, now I don't even care if I'm with the God above.

I don't know what happened to me, I didn't want this to be my destiny.

I've grown so cold and distant from myself, I feel like a dusty old book on a shelf.

Forgotten, not dared to be opened.

Because when you take a look inside you'll see nothing but the worn in, worn in pages you can hardly read because they are ripped and the ink has faded.

But don't think no one has tried to help me because they did.

Nothing they have said or did meant anything.

And nothing anyone can say or do will mean anything.

Why?

Because I don't think I feel anymore.