The story so far:
I realized I had died, my heart no longer beat. The emotion I once knew -- I knew no more. It was the death of my emotions. He loved me like the whisphering in the wind. I felt his touch, but it was only in my mind. I longed for him to be near me, hold me, kiss me, but instead he left me for another. This was the flatline of my emotions.
At night I pray if he could only come to me, and revive me out of my misery. I can see them as they walk pass my window, hand in hand, in the moonlit night. I thought to myself he has no soul, empty is my heart, code blue is the label written across my heart. The blood has stopped flowing within my viens, no one can save me from this wretched death.
Why did he love me so strong, as if picking grapes from the vine. It was a set-up, a set-up to steal my heart, steal my joy, and leave me plain. I stand alone in one one room dorm looking at the others who giggle in glee. Maybe someday they will feel the somber of my soul, and weep for me, but as for now the flatline of my emotions are as dead as can be.
I relish in the joy that others seem to feel, for I feel nothing in the pit of my soul. Come pull me up, and reach for me you can pull me up out of the quicksand of my soul.
I look toward the midnight stars with a tear which fall from my mourning eyes, maybe someday I will love again, but today is the day of the flatline of my soul.