Empty
I'm sick of hating every moment that I spend alive.
I've written pages,memories,hold 'em
Their my friends at night.
I've mixed in hatred,deadly poems,
I don't want to die.
I'll fit in nowhere,OmenXIII,
Til I meet demise.
I'm frustrated, patience breaking,
I feel sleep deprived.
Sometimes I want to sleep forever,
but can't end my life.
Sometimes I need to breathe,
just so I can feel alive.
Sometimes I breathe,just to remind me
that I'm dead inside.
I feel dead,I feel dead,I feel dead inside.