I don't have a conscience anymore.

Any trace I may have had of one in the past has long since disappeared

When everything I do or say or think of feel becomes meaningless

To not only myself but to everyone else in the world.

I don't have a conscience anymore.

I don't have a mind anymore. 

When your mind takes over your body, nothing else matters

You cannot think about anything except the pain that is so strong

That you stop feeling anything at all.

I don't have a mind anymore.

I don't have a body anymore.

The way I appear to myself in the mirror is more than I can bear to see

No matter what I do to myself to distort the image, forcing it to change

Nothing helps the piece of me that never stops hating itself.

I don't have a body anymore.

I don't have a soul anymore. 

There was a point somewhere along the way

When I stopped caring about how I felt because all I felt was nothing

And I stopped caring about how others feel or think

Because all I wanted was for it to end.

I don't have a soul anymore.

I don't have a life anymore.

For when everything finally came over me,

Crashing down like the tide on an abnormally calm beach before a tsunami pulls through

The empty shells where my being used to be, unable to fill the void I left them with.

I don't have a life anymore.