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Does feeling nothing mean I am alive?
Is life really this empty ?
How do you stop the hurt and pain
Of feeling so unfulfilled
So unaccomplished.
So alone
So close to the edge of insane
To suffer so much tragedy
To be so shy and so hopeless
How do you make the questions go away
How do you stop the thoughts
Of death
Self destruction
Self inflicted decay
To breathe is such an effort
The air can grow tiring
How do I learn what is false and what is real?
How do I learn to live
To love
To grow
To heal
There is a black pit
Where I used to have a heart
How do I stop choking on the tears I cant swallow
How do I face the light
How do I become me again
And how do I fill this empty hollow
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