behind blue eyes

I'm so dead inside.
Is there really any point anymore,
Any point to carry on
once your spirit, your heart, your soul....
once they die is there any point?

Is it that terribly neccessary to carry on,
fake smiles,
a mere shell of who you once were

Maybe I'm not dead inside.
Maybe it's half killing, half rebirth,
for if i was truly dead inside,
then who is that.....?
the person inside me screaming silently
screaming to be let out

The worst is, i dont even know who I am.
The one screaming to be let out,
or the other one

the one on the outside just
wishing they cuz shrink in,
into theirself
silent
reflected only by the hollow gaze,
behind blue eyes.