POINTLESS

No tears. no, not for over four years. mentally shutting down. physically just wasting away.
never will anyone understand these feelings. I live them & still don't understand them.
so many of the deepest cuts and not a drop of blood.
there is really no life in me.
not suicidal. only done
when the tears are gone. you have to bleed
when the blood is gone there is nothing left
walking with the living, i am really dead
it's really pointless when a poet can't even begin to describe this awful pain