little tiny holes
my body full of them
a piece of myself someone took
give
is all know
they keep it
or they throw it away
but still i feel nothing
empty is all
i cry but feel nothing
run over
beaten down
walked all over
still i say nothing
i can't reach out
i'm drowning in my thoughts
getting up feels like a task
i put a face up
they think i'm fine
i learned to be this way
tired
maybe this should come to an end...
post a picture
laugh at the tv
sing a song
but the smile doen't reach the eyes
maybe i'm broken
i'm creating my problems
i'm craving attention
i don't even now anymore
i hold  on for others
is that a life worth living?...