i cut myself but there's no blood
i run but i do not feel my heart race
i read but i do not see
see what i used to see

i try to feel
i try to make adrenalin pump
but in the
mundane duties
of life

nothing works anymore

i see death in the news
red and yellow and blue
are they all not just simple colours
how do we use it to segregate ourselves?

i cut myself but i do not feel
my emotions are dead
my neurons no longer fire
i am but a case without a soul

i hate the repetition of life
i cut myself but things don't change
i dream
but what is a dream but the result of an idle mind

and
yet

i
dream

dream

dream

but see nothing
is there no future left

i cut myself but i do not bleed
that is because
i am no longer alive
hence i do not possess
the vitality
and energy
of
red
blood
in
my
veins