sometimes I can't remember what it felt like... back when I had a soul When I felt something more than nothing. Emptyness around me, inside me. Empty is a word. I never thought it could be a feeling. Maybe I've died inside and my body hasn't realized it yet. I feel like the walking dead, the waking dead, the moving, thinking, breathing dead. But I'm not supposed to die yet. I know I'm not. Because if I was, I would've been dead already. Gone. Out. Poof! Wipe me out of existance like an ant, and god's holding the magnifying glass. I would never kill myself anyway. As long as I'm still alive, there has to be a reason. Keep the faith.