I am silenced by sadness and held captive by the fear that everything will go wrong.....
I wasn't always like this but circumstances demanded I experience pain
But they gave me an overdose and now my mind is comatose
Void of all feeling I crawl through this life of mine on hands and knees
My broken skin letting the blood flow, weakening me even more
And I find I'm addicted.
Addicted to the encompassing emptiness ever present in me because of this.
If I am empty then I am nothing
If I am nothing
Then nothing can go wrong and then what will I have to fear