The emptiness is growing. Filling every organ, every bone. My heart was consumed so the warmth there is gone. Who's to blame? Oh, yes! JUST ME. Every beat of my heart is a mistake I've made. I do more bad than I do good. I don't run from my shadow, my shadow runs from me. It's Afraid of what I'll do and what I'll make it see. I I could be heard. I wish you knew I what went on in my head. Because if you did, maybe you could save me from it. But at this point...I don't think anyone can.
