Sometimes I get this feeling that I'm emotionless,
that I'm an outsider in a big world
I'm just an observer looking through empty eyes
I often feel helpless
The lies aren't comforting,
but the truth is even less so
I see only pain and I hear only crying
whatever I touch dissolves into dust
and I taste the bitterness that life has dealt me,
the smell of defeat engulfs me
that is how I know I'm alive.