Empty Shell

I have no more inside to give... it doesn't seem to matter how i live. i feel i have nothing left to believe in... although sometimes i feel like i might win. No expression on my face...my joy is gone without a trace. My heart it beats just like a drum... but deep inside my bodies numb. You say i shouldn't feel this way... i have no interest in what you say. I take two steps forward...then slide ten back... i think i may have a heart attack. I sit and rock...watch T.V.... yet nothing seems to interest me. Read a book or go outside... maybe even take a ride. I think and think...what shall i do? I could plan a trip to visit you. All the effort it would take... I think it would be a big mistake. So here i sit...an empty shell... sometimes my life it feels like hell. P.R. Deremer