The sun is out. I feel the heat, the little bit that there is.



The rays aren't strong enough, I feel cold.



  Jumping out of windows, jumping off of truck steps



  while the drivers foot steps, on the gas pedal.



it is often that my tendencies are seen as suicidal,



we're comparable, pain is vital to our survival.



    No attention needed, there are no malicious thoughts in this empty silo.



No need for gifts or trips of extravagance as there is no happiness in this empty smile.



Don't play pretend with me, or pretend I do not see.



  I have empty eyes due to all I've seen, I have empty eyes from what you are showing me.



                    The past is the past, I look over my shoulder, glower at the world,



never will I turn my back.



Forgive never forget,



live never lie, this world is to small too fill these empty eyes.