How I Truly Feel Poem by Cait Secret

I might be living on the outside. But honestly on the inside I am slowly dying.



If I were important. I would feel it yet I fail to do so. As always I fail at everything. I failed at all i ever tried.

respect. One thing I have never felt. And I doubt I ever will.


Okay? A word with no real meaning. Okay. A word used so often yet still fails to have any real meaning if u ask me.


Love. An emotion I fail to feel. Love an emotion which is not real.

Do you? Do you really? How can u cherish one you can not see? You can not feel? One who's spirit you could crush. But it's already been done.

You say u r here for me...but r u really? Who says you might not be gone the next day? Who says I will still be here as the seconds pass.

I feel nothing. But empty.

Why hug when I can not feel it. Why do anything. Why speak to this mistake. Me.



I made a typo. But that is not important. Nothing I do is.



Sigh. How i feel now...change the subject forget how i feel...I'm nothing but an insignificant speck on a dying plant orbited by a cold indifferent sun.

While we go day by day through all this pain.
What is the actual point of life?
There is none.