When All Is Done

How do I feel? Do I feel angry?
Do I feel pain? Or do I feel numbness in my brain?
Its cold, so fucking cold.
Cold shoulders
Cold rain
Cold hands and
Cold brain

I feel Memories tickling the back of my Mind.
They sting with the bitter taste of Loneliness, Purposelessness
Why was I alone? Why am I always.... alone?
It hurts, it fucking hurts.
Hurts like fire
Hurts like hail
Hurts like the grip of Death
Being buryed under shale.

Why do I think? Why do I write?
Thoughts hurt because I know inside
I'm faultless. Victim of blame. I change myself,
my very skin, to be a part of this life.
Yet, everything seems far away. People, Friends,
Love, Life. All so meaningless when you're alone.

A cold hard desk, A borrowed pen.
The back-of-my-hand on which to engrave my name
And nothing more but memories
Slowly cooking my brain.

I'm Done
Done with Love
Done with Joy
Done with Life
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