Empty. Alone.
I look inside myself, I'm hollow.
I feel inside myself, there's no heartbeat.
I'm living just to breathe.
I have an urge to hurt myself, just so I can feel something.
It feels like this thing I call my life, isn't my own or possibly just a dream.
But I don't wake up.
My soul has checked out, gallivanting on its own.
I live without a sound.
No memory of days past, no events marked in my short-term memory.
It would seem so easy to end all my confusion.
I want to go home to my Lord Savior.
But I want someone to attempt to bring me back to myself.
I want death, but I want to be alive.
I can't do both.
Your lucky today Alexx.
