Crashbox

I have been hurt but not broken
I have been sad but shed no tears
I have seen but remained detached
I have heard but did not turn
I have been tired but not slept
I have been awake but not alive
I have been happy without joy
I have laughed without smiling
I have loved but not given
I have judged without compassion

Where has it gone?
Why do I fade?
Why am I crumpled?
Something is askew
I plead as I pray by my bedside