The void

It should be so easy,
letting go of the memory.
Emotions from a place of no use,
consuming the last of my humanity.

452 days have passed sinced the end,
the echos long faded.
My mind refuses to forget,
unable to escape feeling jaded.

Do not sheild my eyes,
leave my ears intact.
They provide a function,
a more than welcome distraction.

Grow up and stop being a baby,
the unfeeling public resound.
I do not object but agree,
if only i knew how.

The emptiness in my soul,
no matter how hard i try.
i cannot fill it with unnessisary things,
i can only cry.