No one seems to believe me,
But everyone gets tired of me at some point.
Then eventually they´ll leave.
They all do.
Don't get me wrong,
I can stand lonliness.
It's just the emptiness that comes with it.
My mind starts to think differently.
And it can really be scary sometimes.
How do you tell a person,
That you want to give up?
Or how do you explain scars and wounds,
That wasn't there a week ago?
I wish I had words.
For some reason,
I chose this myself.
I can't blame others for my mistakes,
But I am glad that you can see it.
It's a little comfort,
In a empty world.