Dear God, I feel so empty; hopelessly lost.
Despite my promises, I've become who I'm not.
What is it that You want? Why can't I stop being in pain?
I can't even hold a girl's hand without fear of hurting again.
I feel the darkness rising. Rising up to meet this threat.
The threat of being alone. The feeling of being dead.
I can't stop wishing for them to hurt as badly as I.
And it wouldn't even take much. I wouldn't have to lie.
Just throw the truth out there to all who don't know.
That he's a cheating ******* and she's just his *****
Yet still, they're my best friends. Even being as ****** as I am.
I can't see them any more positively. But still, they're my friends.
I want them to hurt like I do. I want for them to understand.
I want them to know how I feel. And they will, by my hand.