Without

It is an interesting feeling, Feeling nothing. When something should send you reeling, You stare blankly into the abyss.

Perhaps you've seen it before? Perhaps not. Maybe it's all that you abhor, But it's been dulled down far enough.

The thunderous roar of the party; And yet, You've decided rather smartly You'd rather be somewhere else.

It's not happiness, no; Just noise. Finding somewhere to go, But it won't leave you alone;

Alone with the emptiness inside. So sad. Nowhere else for you to hide, But within yourself.

After all, it's the only place big enough. It's quiet. Completely devoid of stuff That makes your head spin.

And they ask why you're so cold; And please, Can't you just react somehow, they scold. Don't you care at all?

Of course you do, it's Human nature. But you've taken some hits, And no one came for you.

So you watch from afar, Eyes blank; Lacking emotion as you feel your scar, Thinking maybe they deserve it.

You want to care, So much. But it's like you're stuck in a snare, And you don't.