something, something’s not quite right inside you anymore.
There’s a space inside that bleeds the lonliness of lost loves.
The kind of emptiness that eats away your insides and rots your heart.
The wounds you cause don’t seem to stop the emotional infliction.
And the drugs don’t seem to drive away the thoughts.
You can watch yourself bleed for so long, the blood streams down your arm, but you get so tired of the scars.
The tears won’t pour anymore, as if you’ve been drained from feeling anything anymore.
The screaming drowns away and they all forget how you’re doing,
You just to end this all.