Maybe it's just teenage angst, maybe I'm imagining everything.
Or maybe it's just a bad dream that I will wake up from.
A hole is inside me, it sucks the life out of me.
It leaves me numb, feeling dishumanized ans worthless.
If only it could go away, if I didn't have that burden inside my chest.
Sometimes I pray for it to be me seeking for attention,
Because at least it makes it unimportant and would explain everything.
How can you be so in pain and no one notices ?
It's like your smiling all day long, talking to people, joking but inside you're dead.
Do they really not see the emptyness inside of me,
A empty head, a empty heart.... A empty body and a liveless frame
It seems like that's all I ever be.
I guess I'm looking for that feeling of fullness constantly,
An endless quest for a thing that can not be seen.
But if only it could go away, maybe I wouldn't feel this lonely,
Maybe if I were full, people would see me as I walk,
I would not just be some shadow creeping on the ground.
Finding, fullness or that I'm living a lie, they seem like the only two options I have.
Actually there's a third one, like a raven standing on my shoulder, Whispering in my ears "Why do you keep going ? Why don't you join me? You wouldn't have to feel like this nevermore "
And this "nevermore" echoes through-out my day
Until the moment I find rest in sleep.
I've never listenned to this raven, not that I was never tempted to
And if the two options don't work out,
I'll have to go with this death bird.
