I should feel something. However, the pain has repetitively hurt me, making me seek for a shelter at the corner of my heart. This dear heart, has become numb to the misery that I have appeared to be somewhat cold. This is not who I am supposed to be. I should be crying, but why do the tears stop at the waterline itself? Why do I feel like I am holding back when I had let all of my limbs and muscle loose? I lost myself. I lost my sense of feelings. I feel empty, like a statue sitting at the very dark corner of the heart. I am, empty.