You may have already noticed, but I'm no longer here - My soul has drifted away. I'm an empty shell covered with scars and bruises, Sitting here day by day. I no longer feel that I have life. Every day goes by so slow. Not wanting to talk, or to move away. I just to sit, cry and feel low. You talk to me and I pretend to listen, but nothing is sinking in. Your words go through but don't register, I just don't feel like being involved in anything. I want to dissociate, fade away. Forget that all this exists. To be on my own, forever sleep. Not that it matters anyway.