All I hear is the thumping in my head, loud and affective,
I hate that I must feel this way, feeling like what I've done hasn't been appreciated.
I sometimes question where is my god?
Why must I go through this? Left with all these loud thumps.
My head hurts and my thoughts float.
They swim around in my head, leaving me with stress.
This room is cold, dark, and alone.
Just like your dried up old heart.
You said you loved me, care and be there for me but why do I feel the loneliness?
The loneliness of the worst? Why am I here to suffer all cold and alone.
My head has a lot in mind, my heart barely any time left,
And all this hurt and thumping wants to take me down to the grave,
What's the difference anyway?
Atleast being dead is not feeling this hurting, but maybe its all the thumping in my head,
leaving me effected, creating such stressed decisions leaving me hopeless.
