Dead

The dead have nothing to lose,
They have nothing to gain.
The dead do not feel love,
And the dead do not feel pain.

Am I dead? For lost, I have.
Am I dead? For I have nothing any more.
I must be dead, for loved, I once did
And now I feel nothing at all.

But my heart still beats,
That monotonous beating in my chest.
But I have lost the will to live,
My love for living has gone with the rest.

What have I got to live for?
Nothing, not a thing at all.
To think I might still have some hope,
I am such a fool.