It hurts,
A constant aching
Sharp, like a thorn in your side,
Casually corroding you carefully made
Walls away.
It's eating me away,
Heavy on my chest,
Pressure on my eyes.
...
I'm not done with hello yet,
So please don't go.

**** me,
just do it now.
I'm done with this life,
with all its stress and anxiety.
My parents say
that I'm a demon hotel.
I say
that I'm just living how I want.

**** me,
just throw my life away for me.
I'm done with all the tests.
I'm done with all the misfortune.
There's no one
that will ever love me.
At least,
it feels that way.

I'm so confused.
Some people aren't ignoring me,
but yet they are.
I feel so lonely...

These hollow hands,
this hollow body...
It needs something,
someone to fill it back up.
Yet no one seems to hear the echo
from inside.