I feel empty and pointless, all of the time
I feel like, these thoughts just won't leave my mind
I feel like it's imperative I hold them to protect others
I feel like, what do these thoughts compare to those of my brothers
I feel less than, forced to conceal
I feel like what I know is very barely real
I feel like what happens to me shouldn't really matter
I feel as though my feelings are those I should batter
I feel like it'd be easier were all of this done with
I feel like happiness and joy are all but a myth
I feel like not wanting to feel
I feel like it'd be easier if I weren't real