Artificially Alive

I find it difficult to say anything of meaning.
Cause I feel nothing, and I'm not dreaming.

There were days when I thought I hated.
And nights when I thought I loved.
These days have already faded.
And nothing has come from above.

To say I was cold, would be unfair.
Knowing how I feel, an event most rare.

I don't know why I can't speak, or why I don't feel.
Soon, I hope, life will become real.