I Feel...

I feel...Empty,
a shell, but no sustenance inside,
hollow.

Ready to be buried, a heap of wasted flesh, I can't progress.
There's that feeling inside, the one I can't quite place.
It's there again, ready to consume.

But It makes me unreal
I'm disconnected from everything,
Outside my body, no control
These feelings left alone

I'm loosing my touch with reality, falling away from myself
I'm completly gone, lost my snaity.
Numb. But there's anger and a deep sadness seeping in,
Drowning in sorrow, wasting away,
Darkness settling in, I'm loosing now.
Someone pull me out of my grave.
Not yet.