They buzz around me
Invalid my space
I like the scent 
But not their fast pace
The bees
They look so sweet
But they sting so bad
Watch your words
Don't make them mad
They'll ruin you
And tear you to shreds
The bees
They know just how
To make you socially dead

Cut a little deeper
Cry a little louder
Shed more tears
Show a little more

Maybe they'll notice

The fraud behind your smile
The trick to a fake laugh
The way you hide it all
The way you show nothing

Maybe they'll notice

Maybe then, it won't be too late

There is an empty space now
I don't plan to fill it
It's out in the open like a wound
And no one will tend to it
I don't want to fill the void
I'm sick of doing that
I'll rot in my emptiness
Hopefully till the afterlife
Where maybe I'll see you again
Only you can fill that void
Only you can tend to the wound
You left when you withered away
Only you.