Mirtless smiles

I smile without mirth and laugh without joy. Eyes as void of feeling as the stones at the bottom of the river. Unfocused, uninterested. A flesh-golem if such a thing ever was. But I'm not the only one, no, there are thousands like me, millions. Love taunts us, death tempts us, the realness of reality seems almost surreal. The irony of it all is almost unbearable, yet we bear it, we endure. Without expression we scream in silence, never heard, but I'm not sure if that is the purpose any longer anyways. This is not a call for help or sympathy, this is just a call...