Emptyness

As I sit alone,
cutting and bleeding,
brushing away the clotting,
letting the veins open up even more,
as the dark demons of my past
come back to haunt me.
My cuts cry my sorrows,
because me eyes can't spill over
with my own lies anymore.
So where empty wall stand,
side by side,
the lonely people carry
their broken hearts,
all through the night.
Empty minds and empty words,
grieving, lying,
cheating, and stealing,
until we're finally six feet underneath
the ground, dead.