I'm a shell of my former self
after you walked away i died inside
its like I'm a clay pot that walks along in a haze
i cant remember
iv been dead for so long that i feel almost nothing
no love no longing
no sadness no remorse
at this point i wouldn't mind if i really died
the word death has no meaning any more
i think it would be a release
a release from the one thing i feel
the pain that fills my broken body
the pain that i live with every day
the pain that has consumed me
the pain that you caused
this life isn't worth it any more
LIFE did it ever really have a meaning
i think not
