So you're sitting in your little corner
Trying to show the world
Without saying a **** thing
Ready to be famous, respected, intellectual
But wholly unwilling to be vulnerable
To lay your soul out, naked
Bare, covered only by black ink
The mirror of all your thoughts

So you're sitting in your little corner
Angry,
Upset because no one tries to love you
But you don't even love you
Because love doesn't last
Doesn't exist
So if love doesn't exist, pure and beautiful,
Then neither can purity or beauty
It's all vanity

So you're sitting in your little corner
So afraid to feel anything at all,
Though the tears pool and never fall,
Hard years bottled and stored
Waiting to be unleashed
An ocean of misery
Won't someone make the voyage?

I'm drowning in a world of self-pity
Save me.