Every day I ask myself.
Why I'm exactly.
The way I am.
Just a empty shell.
Just a silenced voice.
Just a nobody.
Without a soul.
Without a purpose.
Without anyone.
Or anything.
Just a hopeless peson.
An empty shell.
Hopeless.
And useless.
Nothing more than.
A nobody.
I can't be more than.
Heartache.
Nothing more.
Than just nothing.
Nothing more.
Than just sorrow.
Nothing more.
Than haterid.
So you see now.
I can't be.
More than me.
Nothing more.
Than nothing.
You see your self in a mirror.
But you don't see a reflection.
All you see is nothing.
Noone is there.
Nothing at all.
And you can't seem to figure it out.
You just sit there staring.
And questioning.
Just what is wrong.
Why there is.
Nothing.
Why you can't see yourself.
Why you can't see what.
Should be.
More then just.
Nothingness.
If i only could see.
What it's really like.
To be.
More than just me.
To be.
More than a nobody.
More than just.
Nothing.
I wish it was just that easy.
To be seen.
For who i really am.
I'm not a bad person.
I'm not a mean person.
I don't mean to be.
How i am.
I just don't understand.
What i'm doing with my life.
What i'm sitting here questioning.
Who i really am.
And who i should be.
What should i do.
When i'm all alone.
And i don't know wat.
I'm supposed to do about.
How i feel.
How i am.
What i'm supposed to be doing.
I'm just an empty vessel.
With nothing else.
Except for.
My pain.
My hate.
My heartache.
So why i'm sitting here questioning.
Your out there.
Living.
And i'm here.
Dieing.
My life feels like a waste.
It just keeps on getting worse.
And i'm not really sure what to do any more.
If i should.
Just end it all.
Or if i should.
Just deal with it.
I just never seem.
To get a break.
To get a peice of happiness.
A reason is all i ask for.
Just one reason.
Why i'm supposed to be here.
One reason.
That won't lead to me.
Losing something else in my life.
No matter what i do i just can't seem to get a break.
And now it feel's like.
I'm ruining my own life.
