You don’t feel anything,
Because you can’t,
You’re a sheet of paper,
In a crazy sort of way,
You’re unable to reach inside to unlock your emotions,
You desire to feel something,
Something to remind you that you do not just merely exist,
But that you are,
You’ve fought to dig your way out,
Only to find yourself deeper in that hole,
more lost than you began.
More confused than you ever were.
You fight against what holds you captive,
Only to be conquered,
Shattered into tiny pieces by your own,
The blankness of a sheet of paper is what you’ve become.