Helpless Hopelessness

What happens? When there are no more feelings…. When you have no desire to speak…. When you have no desire to love…. What feeling do you call this? What can you do or say, When your heart is a complete mess…. And the only thing you feel inside…. Is helpless hopelessness? You’re supposed to be the best there is…. The be all end all, But you spend more time moping, Complaining about the many times you’d fall. You’re suffering…. From helpless hopelessness…. The pain and the stress, You carry like the clothes on your back, And every day you wake up, You feel like you’re life is under attack. You don’t feel anger, You don’t even feel remorse…. You can’t think straight, You’re torn up inside, of course. So you walk down the street, With a hoodie on your head, With a look of disillusionment, As if you want the entire world dead. What are tears? Nothing but drops of water falling down your face… What are memories? These stupid things in your head, You do everything to erase. And what is this feeling of disbelief? A life filled with grief? And trying hard not to explode…. You’re in shut down mode…. Your thoughts and emotions are a mess…. You’re clearly suffering…. From helpless hopelessness. You’ve cried and cried, You’ve prayed and prayed, You walked out the door, just to come back, Now you’re wishing you hadn’t stayed. You live life now as you have no voice…. No soul, No choice… No control…. You feel nothing…. You’ve just passing through…. You’re fighting against yourself…. So what do you do? You push everything and everyone away…. Never again will you say, I love you…. Those words are of nothing to you now…. You’re suffering inside…. And the feeling is not stress…. It’s helpless hopelessness.