Empty soul

Feeling a bit crazy, loopy doopie

I feel empty inside of me
I feel nothing but sorrow and agony
I am lost in the world
for why was I born into this?
Why am I meant to be
when I know not what to be?
What to be, why to be, how to be?

Everyday that goes by
the emptiness inside of me grow
I feel like I am living
inside my own nightmare

An episode of sorrow and tears
uncontrolled feelings have play
I have the blade in my hand
Should I cut down the veins?
I'm feeling helpless, sick, alone
I feel lost, and I already feel dead

The emptiness inside of me grows
as days goes by
I am surrounded by a field of sorrow and tears
Everyday that goes by
I get closer to the edge of madness
I am scared for when will I drop?
I can't control myself any further
like a chemical reaction
hatred spawns inside of me
I wont be this person, yet I am

Trying to hide the devious me away from the world
a sleaze smile everyday
takes away what is left of me.

Eager to be set free, ashes to ashes...

Death is an escape for a miserable life
the one who eager for death
has never been truly alive
they have only felt what appeared to be
some faked up moments of joy

As I write this poem filled with feelings
my stomach flutters and I eager for the knife
to cut myself
one last time
to end a life that I never really lived

Am I a coward
if i wish to end it all? Because I am completely numb inside of me

Or should I pretend a fake way of living?
Each day I pretend to be something that I am not

When I am gone
you should know I never truly was alive