Detached

Looking around, the world is so dreary.
I've always been detached to it,
Although not in such extremity.
Not so clearly and purely detached.

I suppose it was my fault
As we hit the ground,
No longer floating in ecstasy.
I suppose it was me who ruined things.

As I look around, I've never felt so alone.
We used to be attached at the hip.
We used to be connected completely.
Now my heart beats on its own.

No longer beating to keep me alive,
Just beating out of habit.