Dark, cold and empty is what I am inside.
After all that once was slowly died.
Killed with words of fear and hate.
Left alone just outside hell's gate.
It's told me for years I'm no good and I'm ugly.
That I'm worthless and no one will ever love me.
Tearing me down over and over again.
I can feel it staring at me with an evil grin.
Slowly I slip further and further into insanity.
If only there was a way to be set free.
By this point, I'm beginning to think it's a little late.
That I'm stuck with the darkness faster closing in as my fate.