Why are my eyes empty
No hidden messages, no blinks made for tears
Why is my right hand empty
Where is my pen, where is the drive to write - the only thing right, all gone
Why is my left hand empty
Where is the hand that used to hold me still and tight - reassurance
Why is my throat empty
No words to even describe the littlest detail of this hollow feeling
I may be bad with words but this time it's worse
Why is my chest empty
No trace of heavy breathing, no extra push, no nothing
I hear the echoes of the things I used to say, they're all just echoes now
Where is the heart that used to pump for something
I am left with a piece of it - broken, jagged, ugly, with no use

Why did I let myself be emptied of all the things that kept me alive before?
What has happened to the girl that made everyone feel better?
What has become of the only person who understood - myself?
Where did I start misplacing my soul?
Even my passion is dying, I'm struggling to let it live, thin thread, thin thread
What has happened to hoping for and always choosing to see the better?
Why do I feel so empty?

Don't ever try to get close
You'll be with a person with a broken heart of a 12-year-old girl