Our hearts are cold voids
Yearning to be filled
Yearning for some life form
To help us out

Our souls are blacker than midnight
Waiting to be helped
Needed some distraction
To help us become filled

Our minds are raging storms
No ending to be seen
Constantly breaking us down
Piece, by piece

Our bodies are a temple
That's what they say
But we still cut
Almost everyday

These are the things
No one seems to understand
They think we can be fixed
But the truth is, we probably never can