Sadness.
Pain...

The lonely.
The soulless...

Think you see the real me?
Think again...

The clock has stopped.
Time has frozen...

I hate you so much sometimes,
But I can't stop myself from loving you too...

When we are alone
We are useless, pointless, meaningless...

A cage.
A creature contained within...

Maybe if my heart stopped
Then I would feel better...

I'm sure it shows sometimes,
This pain...

The clock ticks.
I lie awake...

It would have been your birthday today.
We would have celebrated...

I feel...
Nothing...