You....

Modified version 

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I still can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t be...  

After all that noise I spoke, where’s the fire in me?  

A spark once flared, then died in shame—  

Now I’m hollow, frozen, with no flame.  

This numbness stretches deep and wide,  

An endless void I cannot hide.  

Cruel voices echo, sharp and loud,  

Inside this head, beneath the shroud.  

Whose body is this? Who holds the reins?  

Why all this suffering, all this pain?  

If it’s mine, why can't I choose peace?  

Why won’t the screams in my silence cease?  

Loved by who? Is anyone near?  

All I see ahead is you... unclear.  

Where is you in me when you only hate?  

How can I still hope when it’s far too late?  

Is it all a show? A cruel disguise?  

A trick I played with borrowed lies?  

Did I fool you? Or just fool me?  

Now I can't tell what’s real to see.  

I don’t feel pain. I don’t feel hate.  

But I don’t feel love ...and that seals my fate.  

It’s scarier now, this silent scream,  

Wishing to feel... even if it’s a dream.  

What will happen when I lose the fight?  

Who will steer me through this night?  

Should I trust the voice in therapy’s chair?  

Or cast my hope into God's prayer?  

But if you are gone, if you won’t speak—  

If there’s no you in me left to seek...  

Then I’ve already died, lost in the storm,  

A living corpse with a beating form.

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Rough version

I still can't do ....

After all that bs I spoke

I have no fire.

But a ignite that sparked and extinguished 

Inside me, it's empty and cold

Endless numbness with nothing to hold

Cruel and hateful words

Ringing in my ears for me

Who's body is it?

Ruled by whom?

Why i am suffering, why?

If it's my own. 

Loved by who? Who is left 

All I see ahead is you and me

Where's you in me but you hate 

How can I keep thinking that i can still change

When I know it's fake 

It's facade or is it a prank?

Done by you on me or on u i have used the same way

What's what now i don't get

Neither i feel it neither i hate it 

I don't just feel any feeling now 

It's way scarier cause i want to feel it

What gonna happen with me?

If i lose control over myself 

Who's gonna control me?

Should I believe in my therapist?

Or have faith in God

But at end...if you that's don't want to have the talk

If u have died internally, if there's no u inside me

I am already dead 

Just a living corpse is beside me.