IRC-Galleria

I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.
the needle tears a hole.
the old familiar sting.
try to kill it all away, but I remember everything.
what have I become?
my sweetest friend.
everyone I know, goes away in the end.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.

I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liar's chair.
full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair.
beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear.
you are someone else.
I am still right here.

what have I become?
my sweetest friend.
everyone I know, goes away in the end.
and you could have it all, my empire of dirt.

I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.

if I could start again.
a million miles away.
I would keep myself.
I would find a way.