I feel nothing anymore
I don't want to be happy
I fall into my void
My personal hell of hopelessness lust despair
I sit alone taking my artificial happiness
Tears still fall
Broken
Pain is what i know and violence is my escape
My bed is my grave for it holds me internally
My mind is my hell
Nobody can save whats no longer here
So here alone i sit wishing
Hoping to be put down like the dog i am
I don't want to get up
Warmth and rest whispers the void
I am tired and the soil looks so soft
The pavement looks soft
As i look down from my loft
Self medicated and annoyed
Im angry sad empty
My stomach rises to my chest
The wind blows my hair
Universe, im almost there
The ground gets bigger
I think of the grave digger
Soon i can sleep
Never to make a peep
I hear sirens
Nothingness
Blackness
Rest
