Meh, a poem I made just now:

Another normal day,
of staring into the reflection,
wondering what exactly happened,
to your own heart´s affections.

Another simple hour,
has gone past the clock,
and yet you still remain,
blank without a thought.

Another silent moment,
of your mind giving out.
Your heart twisted,
with that undying doubt...

Can emotions truly drown?
Can they disappear without a sound?

Another endless stare,
in your mind of despair.
What caused the scare,
you thought,
of my feelings to become unaware.

Another little laugh,
made without the behalf,
of the soul which was quiet,
figuring out what was the riot.

Another soft sound,
of a heart still bound,
breaking onto,
that cold grave mound.

Is my heart buried deep?
Still able to actually weep?

Another normal day...

Numbness is all I feel,
from what was supposely real.

Another normal thought...

Was it my tears that drowned,
my emotions that are unfounded?

Another normal explaination...

Was it the depression I felt,
once surpressed by all that I dealt?

Another normal realization...

Had my emotions worn out,
and left my heart in a drought?

Another normal day,
of staring into the reflection,
wondering what exactly happened,
to your own heart´s affections.