i feel like everyday a little bit
more of me slips away
making me more numb to my
surroundings and everyday interactions
i cling to what i can as i can feel myself slipping
but all that does is keep me from
falling completely off the edge
and doesnt stop the downfall
so many things seem superfluous
seem to not matter
and i cannot find the comfort
i once did
i can feel and see my detachment
but can do nothing to draw out real emotion
except fake it when it wont present itsself
don't get me wrong
not every smile is fake
not all laughter is forced
but the brutality of this vacancy
is surely taking its toll.
