Dead Inside

I want to feel alive, 

I have life but I'm not living... 

All I can do is survive, 

Each day is the same, just reliving... 

I still have faint memories, of what it's like to feel, 

Of what it's like to care, to laugh, to think... 

But now, I'm empty, nothing is real, 

Except that I'm barely living.. living on the brink... 

Just going through the motions, but nothing inside, 

I've tried, but just don't feel alive... 

But there's still hope for me, I've lay in bed and cried, 

That I don't want to just live, I want to thrive... 

So I still care, at least a little, though it's buried deep, 

Inside my hollow, empty body there's something... 

A little secret, even from myself I keep, 

Something worth having, the might someday sing...