voiceless, thoughtless

by, Cassandra

And I laugh, but I don’t feel it.
I bleed, but it’s not euphoric.
When did everything go so stale?

Colors run and bleed and fade.
Spotlights flicker and burn out.
Once again, I’m left in the dark.

And you talk, but I don’t need your words.
I scream, but the voiceless are never heard.
When did communication become so difficult?

Dreams melt and wax and wane;
barely there then disappear.
When did meaning lose all meaning?

And I laugh, but I don’t feel it.
I bleed, but it’s not euphoric.
When did everything go so stale?

When will I finally learn to care?