Emptiness
Its like a hole
Deep down in your heart
That cant be mended
Until its caressed ~
It feels as if I've done wrong, like I'm the one to blame... Is it me? Or is it just the world decieving every move I make? Is it that hard to keep on living? Just keep on breathing this fucking air? Is it worth it?
I feel it crumbling down piece by piece as my words fall on deaf ears. How can they manipulate me into thinking such things? They make me feel as if I am tbe one at fault, but am I? Did I choose to be like this?
Worthless?
A disappointment?
Nothing but a bag of useless shit?
