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by Eden Apr 9, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
What am I doing here? Tell me, Whatever happened to my heart? Tearing down persons around me, Staring through their unsettled souls. They believed I could be something, But those dreams have faded away. Burned to nothing with their ashes Yet no tears will I swear to them. They thought I was only useless And those scars have built upon me, With nothing left but bitter cold. Now look into my cold gray eyes What is it that your souls surmise? Surely not compassion or fear, Things that have left me long ago. You ask me, do I feel remorse? For whom? To these ashen corpses? These petty beings ‘round my feet? Why? What should I gain from remorse? But surely I must feel something! I tell you the truth…indifference. I simply do not care at all. Why? Because they showed compassion? Lies! Deception! Unwanted fiends! Killers! Life deprivers! Rich thieves! Full of hidden contempt; resent Sifting acid through hollow words. And what said to my companions? Leave, run away, for there’s still time. There is no warming of my heart. Nothing you can do can save me. Now as I watch them turn away, And walking ever so slowly For me, fading like ghosts through mist. And for them I am only a memory.