Emotional Victim of the Holocaust

I escape all emotions
Nerves were poison
This cement skin felt so cold
A heart I lack
Void of presence
The floor and the room around me,
Chilling, but could not break my mental blockade,
I was not there
I saw those who were crushed,
My hysterical mind,
I felt nothing
Not human,
Only bones,
The surroundings around me were gray
Fear and pain seeping into the people,
Reactions hated to reach me,
I used to feel
I stood
I couldn't cry
Tiny fingers scraped the paint of blue
Zyklon B streaking my skin
Air was cement to my lungs
In the gas chamber
Majdanek,
Why?