Not dead, just lifeless. Not quite alive, just breathing.

Complete Misery. Completly Alone. Completely Disguisted.

And you are not even ashamed?

And you can't even look me in the eye?

And you can't remember me?

You can't feel because you are numb?

You can't dream because you are alone?

You can drink because you are sad?

You can't think because you are simply mad.