No resurrection coming to life
The depth of my emptiness is written on
these wallsI am dying inside
A very slow death
It surpasses even prison walls
The hollow feeling that echoes sweet nothings
I am dying inside
The element of no meaning has grown to
the surface
It’s like an erupting volcanoI am dying inside
And there is no need to cry
All rivers and oceans are filled with tears
I am dying inside with hope
I am dying with no way out
The thoughts that consume me
They feed of my pain in a small room
filled with nothingI am dying inside and the battle is still on
All questions were still put to life
I am dying inside and I really want to live
I really want to matter
In the mist of it all
The wrath of all sores and all the pains
I still want to live
But I am dying inside
When I feel my heart lose meaning and
all purpose
The reality still strikes like a
lightning baldI am dying inside
The path was set but no one walked on it
The outcome was never death even figuratively
The joy that went missing during the times of no point
I am dying inside
And I don’t know what to make of it
I don’t know how to relive
Revive and save my inside that is burning
I am dying inside metaphorically and literally
I know the irony is clear
Nights have become daysWhere my mind is wide awake
And my days have become nights
Where I walk around dead all day
From my internal structure
To my physical posture
I am dying inside and no one seems to care
The race that faded in people’s eyes
The sad reality was seen in that one
elementI failed, I die because I failed
I feel the depth of every pain as it appears
I live to be me, to be heard
But the weight I carry is massive
I am not blind even though there’s not much to feed on
I am dying inside and the feeling is not real
Well, real, would torment
It would bring my insides closer to the
eruption
I am dying inside and I still want to
liveI still want to feel
I still want that sense and utmost happiness
Yet I am dying inside
Again and again, again and again.
I am dying inside…
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