Is this emptiness
This hollowness
This unappealing lowliness
I want to crawl beneath my bed
And cry myself to sleep
But the tears won't come
I can't explain this feeling
It fills me up and it's unyielding
But I still feel empty when
I think about myself and
What to do
I'm scared
I'm scared of crying
Scared of trying
Scared of it all
They're not scared
I don't know why
They seem so strong
The more I talk
The more I'm wrong
The more it seems like something
Gone
Or missing
Maybe something added
Either way
It feels so bad
And I don't want to blink
I'm scared that wink will
Send me out there screaming
Throwing me over the edge
Are they weeping?
Will I be wept for
If I leave?
Or am I just something
People will leave?
Is this a matter of worth
Or money?
Am I a product?
And my saleswomans
Not sunny?
I want to be purchased
I want to be owned
I want to used
I want to be broken
And fixed like a clock
That refuses to tick
I want something else
Something more than this
I seek you with intentions
Of quite little worth
And it hurts but
I know that you'll make
Me quite sure
That I'm righteous and
Funny and happy and true
Enough that quite possibly
I'll be good to you
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Is this emptiness
This hollowness
This unappealing lowliness
I want to crawl beneath my bed
And cry myself to sleep
But the tears won't come
I can't explain this feeling
It fills me up and it's unyielding
But I still feel empty when
I think about myself and
What to do
I'm scared
I'm scared of crying
Scared of trying
Scared of it all
They're not scared
I don't know why
They seem so strong
The more I talk
The more I'm wrong
The more it seems like something
Gone
Or missing
Maybe something added
Either way
It feels so bad
And I don't want to blink
I'm scared that wink will
Send me out there screaming
Throwing me over the edge
Are they weeping?
Will I be wept for
If I leave?
Or am I just something
People will leave?
Is this a matter of worth
Or money?
Am I a product?
And my saleswomans
Not sunny?
I want to be purchased
I want to be owned
I want to used
I want to be broken
And fixed like a clock
That refuses to tick
I want something else
Something more than this
I seek you with intentions
Of quite little worth
And it hurts but
I know that you'll make
Me quite sure
That I'm righteous and
Funny and happy and true
Enough that quite possibly
I'll be good to you
