Helped to plant the seed,
but absent as it nourishes into something beautiful and sacred,
lost time that subsides to be replenished,
scars that would be miraculous to heal,
everlasting pain that words cannot erase,
expressionless and blank,
holding no emotion for a parasitic virus of which is unknown to my being,
disturbed, yet not enough to even as much flinch when he burns an seizes to exist besides in some's memories,
they say i have no heart,
no humming or beating sound as my chest rises and falls,
isolation is key when it comes to being frozen from the demons that lurk around you,
waiting at any second to pounce and suck the life from your very veins,
advertising love as if its actually a fact,
but more fraud than snow in July,
my pen bleeds in the place of tears that will never fall,
apathy is the only emotion i hold in my center for a stranger of some sort,
wanting to play the role of the part in the present,
but its too far gone, too late to regain any feelings,
any kind of relations with the one whom you've come to regret avoiding so long,
supported, loved, or cared, was something i never received,
which was given by another, to me, you already don't exist,
so words you speak or actions you reveal pass without a care,
eternity knows I'm no daddy's girl.
