Published: December 12, 2017
I see the corner coming ever closer.
New opportunities, new chances,
a hope for a brighter future.
Yet I feel nothing of it.
My heart was trashed and vanquished
from a toxic blood feud.
I am incompetent at what I do,
unable to discern the meaning of being me.
In the beginning, I had hope.
But none of it matters anymore.
Especially when the price of it
was the one I cherished.
You can't do anything right, they say.
You have no common sense, they say.
You don't have a human heart, they say.
Clearly, they were right all along.
No longer do I look to the future with hope.
I only look forward to the horrors that await.
I died a long time ago,
because I stopped caring.
It may feel like I can breath,
cry, laugh, scream, howl,
anything you can do.
But even dead men walk.