Blank, empty, emotionally void
Life has been drained...
Spluttering and choking
One pill then two...
I wrote a story,
on my skin...
The streets are crowded with a distant flow
Souls running, escaping from what we know...
These are the days when I feel alone
And I cant even stand cause I’m panic prone...
Creative lines of red
Leaking on sallow skin...
My fingers tremble
They only do that...
I try to speak I try to scream
Nightmares are all I dream...
She's tired of herself,
She's tired of her life...
He sits alone in the corner
crying out his pain...
Heres to the dreaded night,
when you sit in your room alone...
Fading smile
Broken eyes...