Nothing

A Poem by Joey Martinez

The rain begins to fall but I remain dry
Nothing phases me anymore as if I died
Comfortably numb, a soulless creature
Who holds no emotion or facial features
Nothing, that's what I have become
Looking for a way out but there's no place to run
I have become a member of depression
Passing its courses and all its lessons
And don't try to comfort, you cannot save the dead
The damage has been done the blood has been bled
Once you can't feel, nothing else matters
The memories you hold begin to shatter
Broken, like the beholder of this fragile mind
Where nothing is thought of almost half the time
Nothing, I have become nothing
Awaiting death's arrival to set me free