I don't know if it is this world or just me?
What can't I see?
Harrowing question
That empties my soul
And makes my bones feel unwelcome
The more the chaos
The louder the screams
The less people seem to be listening
The harder the knock
On the closest of doors
Were empty people go to hide
What if it is all broken and nothing is right?
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
I don't know if it is this world or just me?
What can't I see?
Harrowing question
That empties my soul
And makes my bones feel unwelcome
The more the chaos
The louder the screams
The less people seem to be listening
The harder the knock
On the closest of doors
Were empty people go to hide
What if it is all broken and nothing is right?
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