I don't know what I've done,
but it's come back.

I thought I've escaped,
but I'm still here.

Why?

I wish I could run,
run away from all these feelings,
but I can't.

I thought that I've hardened,
that I could take it on again,
but I can't.

I feel so
empty.

I feel so empty
that I want to cry,
but I can't.

I feel so hollow in side,
that if someone knocked on me,
you'd hear a drumming sound inside.

I'm not sure if I can go through this again,
the first time nearly broke my will to live,
I don't know what to do this time.

I just have to hope for the best.