How Are You Feeling?

How are you feeling?
A very simple question,
To which many can't answer,
With an honest confession.

You truly wish to know,
How I feel inside,
To know my thoughts,
And the feelings I hide?

Well that's too bad,
I'm an empty vessel,
No emotions exist,
For me to wrestle.

I try and I try,
To feel something good,
In pursuit of happiness,
To feel how I should.

But nothing comes,
And darkness remains,
Inhabits the heart,
Wrapped tight in chains.

No one understands,
I've never felt so alone,
No one ever listens,
Only tell me not to moan.

And with every word,
I fall further into madness,
Trapped in my own shell,
With nothing but sadness.

I crave for release,
My head in a spin,
So I pick up the razor,
And I split my skin.

The pain is a freedom,
A satisfying escape,
At least for a moment,
Before emotions take shape.

And down you come,
Crashing to reality,
As you sit in your blood,
And assess the brutality.

Thoughts of regret,
As emotions flood back,
In a torrential flow,
To the surface they crack.

And then and there,
The tears now fall,
Pain and sorrow,
Old feelings and all.

Nothing ever helps,
And no one is there,
Who understands,
Or bothers to care.

So alone I sit,
Crying in bed,
With a hollow heart,
Bad thoughts in my head.

What is the point,
In this pitiful life,
If it only ever hurts,
My heart like a knife?

If it only ever sends,
Bad feelings of dread,
With every tomorrow,
For new tears to be shed?

And through it all,
Amidst the confusion,
I sit forever locked away,
In lonely seclusion.

So there's your answer,
I'm through with concealing,
And now I ask you,
How are you feeling?