I'ill carve myself out
so I don't have to feel,
I dig down deep, scrape
real hard leaving nothing but peel,
I'ill take out the insides and
throw them away,
Black and bruised and rotten
with decay.
A hollowed out human is something
to be
He can walk he can talk & pretend
to be me,
With no nerves or veins,
I wont feel the pain
A hollowed out human is something
to be.
