I've been told to show some pride
When my mistakes began to glow.
But my feelings were the first that died
When I swallowed them long ago.


My greatest friends are frozen on my wall.
Their smiles shine with a mocking sense of glee.
I hear their hallowed, empty call.
Their words rain down upon me.


You called me the light at the end of the tunnel.
When you meant that I'm better off dead.
The hope you gave began to funnel
As your words echo through my head.


So I simply sit and write these empty verses
Pretending that you care to hear.
But you gutted my feelings like your empty purses.
And left me with nothing but fear.