the storm

living empty for so long

i've forgotten what feelings are

what it's like to be happy

what it's like to be sad

i'm an empty shell

gnats crawl through me

leaving behind no trace of life

how am i breathing?

or can i even call it that?

air travels through me 

like a tornado

i fight against it

but the storm wins every time

there is no use in trying anymore

i lay motionless

waiting for the storm to calm

knowing that day will never come

i am a lost cause

nothing can save me

but maybe

i don't want to be saved.