My soul is dying It's dying I can hear it It's crying
It's light is fading It's being swallowed By the dark I plead
I yearn to find words That truly belongs to me I pressed my palm Through the surface of my skin
Through my bones And into my heart Haunted by the fear Of the nothingness inside
I bore my nails Unearthing my flesh Crying as I touched the mist It's a hollow space, nothing left
I know there's something there It's not missing, it's lost I can feel its presence It's calling me there
It's begging to be heard It screams its struggles Only for it to reach a void
I think I've gone deaf To my own voice
I can't hear my own truest words anymore. I can't describe how I feel. I'm looking for ways to tell these silent cries, but no words can't make me understand how I feel. Maybe I've gone deaf to my own voice, and that scares me.