I Can't

I can't see the heavenly blue skies.
I can't hear the child's playful laughter.
I can't smell the sweet sent of wild flowers.
I can't feel the life in me anymore,
I can't even taste the warmth.

I can't explain what's happened to me.
I don't know why I feel so cold.
Is this what it's like to feel empty inside?
Is this what it's like to die?