Sayings

Dead Soul

It's hard to find the words, when you don't speak a lot. 

Bored of everything I see. Belonging to none. 

So young, so feelingless.

Living the life never wanted. But this is how it is. 

Dealing with hell, without getting burned. 

Having a soul, no one really understands.

Feeling relaxed being alone.

I never chose this life. It chose me. 

Sometimes, I turn back time to the days I used to feel something. Love, an unconditional one, Trust, an unbreakable one, hope, an unbelievable one. Nothing really matters now. As we grow up, surrounded by the demons of hell, we decide to choose our own life. Most of the time I'm lucky to say I'm this one. At least I'm being realistic. Or at least I have no feelings.

Not getting hurt by this cruel world.

Life seemed beautiful back then. The world was a place with flowers and angels. 

But it is not. No one ever asked for me.

No one ever really cared for me.

Offering me the thing no one else ever tried to offer.

Giving me the special thing I ever wanted. 

I gave enough. Enough to realise how feelingless I should ever be.

This soul is pure, but it doesn't feel anything. 

I can definitely say I'm chasing this life. It is untouchable. But no one will really understand.