EveryOne Said [UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION AS OF 08/22]

Part VII

W H A T' S W R O N G ?

I'm sitting in the dark.
Waiting for my heart to break.
I'm sitting in the dark.
Feeling my heart shake.
I'm sitting in the dark.
With shadows whispering to me.
I'm sitting in the dark.
Knowing my death was meant to be.

I can't seem to move,
Knowing life never stays perfect.
I can't seem to live,
Hating the way I smile.

Its true that fear takes many forms.
A hundred and five or four.
And its either fear or its just plain numbness.

Now tell me,
How long will this take for a while?

When i can barely rhyme?
Or having little time?
When I know my hearts a ticking bomb,
Waiting to be shattered and bring disaster in its wakes.

Now tell me,
Whats wrong?
Why does this fear feel so unknown?
When fear is a hundred and more.
When deep down your hollow heart,
You feel nothing but cold to the core.
And just tell me,
Whats wrong?
When it hurts me,
That for some odd reason,

....it slowly kills me