slowly

I’m just a shell,

That’s all I have left.

There’s nothing within,

I’m void and bereft.

Lacking emotion,

But mourning a death.

There’s nothing inside,

I’m no longer alive.

My heart isn’t broken,

It’s just been bled dry.

Not sure where I went,

Not sure when I left.

It must have been slowly,

‘Cause nobody wept.