Heartless.
That's what they say.
Void of emotion.
A catastrophe of life.
There's no beat.
No life.
A doll with no purpose.
Heartbeats are gone.
A chorus of death.
Sung by me.
My chest is empty.
Filled with air.
A frozen lock.
A key that doesn't match.
In the middle of everything.
I can't do this.
There's nothing.
I'm not me.
I feel like a beggar.
I'm not dirty or poor.
Just begging for love.
Something to fill the hole in my chest.
Black and blue.
My face is all puffy.
Tears that never spill.
Tipping on the brink of life or death.
Pain and misery.
Huddled in a ball.
Where did I go wrong?
I'm just trying to be myself.
I'm scared.
My hands are stained.
Blue pain in the form of paint.
Can't live with this.
Tears that never fall.
I'm tipping over the edge.
I don't mean to be bad.
I'm just sad.
Pills brimming with care.
A hug on the brain.
Sweet relief.
I'm trying not to be scared.
Never go wrong.
Pain is all I've got.
The violin of death is playing.
The melody of bane.
Vermin like me don't need to live.
