In a dark room, no more tears left to cry.
I'm shut up inside, and no one but me knows why.
Searching the walls for a door to release me.
Feeling the concrete, it's too hard to see.
There are no windows, no doors, no light.
My corner of misery is an everlasting night.
I fall back on my knees and plead for a way out.
My raspy voice is just proof that I can no longer shout.
I punched the walls too many times to feel pain.
Been here too long, so now I'm going insane.
I start to hear voices inside my head,
I'm starving and the cold, stone floor is my bed.
My pale face is stained with dry tears.
What happened to me? I'm living my worst fears.
The ghosts of lost loved ones haunt me all the time.
The remind me of everything I once left behind.
It wasn't my choice! I don't enjoy being hollow!
I don't feel anymore happiness, just never-ending sorrow.
I feel no love, for or from anyone.
All I need now is a bullet and a gun.
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x-Sasha-x
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