The Horror

My eyes are empty, my tears are red.
There are strange demons living in my head.
My legs cannot move, for I am frozen with fear.
My broken arms cannot stop what draws near.
I must confess, I find it hard to think.
It must be the poison they made me drink.
They said it would help to erase the pain,
Instead it makes me more insane.
I wrote a journal that paints pictures
That speak of many condescending lectures,
And how I gave myself a foolish smile,
As the prospect of death seemed worthwhile.
The things they said...I wrote them down
On endless pages in which you would drown.
My mind is numb, I cannot feel.
Emotion is now something very unreal.
I want to remember what it was like...
Just to feel guilt's painful spike.
To feel remorse as others do,
I know just what i've turned into.
A monster that is evil, empty and numb.
Society around me is bothersome.
From the world I feel divorced,
Not by choice, for this all was forced.
And here I sit and rhyme to you,
About someone you never knew.
But I hope one day you come to see
The horror behind my apathy.