I feel empty.
A lot of people know me, a lot don’t.
A lot of people could, but they won’t.
We sometimes succumb to darkness,
Our mental plague.
Wishing anyone could just wash it away.
But instead we are alone.
Wishing someone would pick up their phone
Willing to delete the life we were given
Instead of looking at happiness sit ins
The mask has fallen,
Just wish I had a hole to crawl in.
So I could die in piece.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
I feel empty.
A lot of people know me, a lot don’t.
A lot of people could, but they won’t.
We sometimes succumb to darkness,
Our mental plague.
Wishing anyone could just wash it away.
But instead we are alone.
Wishing someone would pick up their phone
Willing to delete the life we were given
Instead of looking at happiness sit ins
The mask has fallen,
Just wish I had a hole to crawl in.
So I could die in piece.
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