I feel empty, alone, without hope, without a home. I’m walking the darkest path I know.
I’m shaking, on the verge of breaking. Everyone, every thing, always demanding, always taking.
I think, a lot. But I can’t anymore, this is the end I know it. I’m sure.
I’ve wasted, I’m a waste. I’ve lied, I’m a fake.
Don’t follow me, I don’t know where I’m going.
The morning after, I left my sheets unclean.
I didn’t want them to submit to escape.
I didn’t want them to forget your face.
You’re my every dream,
Every prose that I begged to become reality.
I wanted to hold down the sweat in your hands,
Let it sink to my stomach and let my heart become…