• The crimson rivers run down my arms.
    I've done it again.
    I silently watch
    As the rivers
    Turn into small pools on the tiles
    Beneath me.

    Why am I doing this?
    If I told you why
    You wouldn't understand.
    If I screamed it to you; at the world
    No one would understand...
    And because no one would understand me
    The emptiness inside
    Would grow,
    Knowing that I'm alone.

    I've stopped feeling.
    I've stopped believing.
    The only thing remaining is emptiness.
    I don't want the emptiness to go away,
    For if it does
    There will be nothing left.
    But still....
    The emptiness I feel
    Is not enough.

    I'm staring at the ceiling...
    And somehow
    I'm smiling.
    I can finally feel again.
    As long as I have
    Emptiness with pain
    I will never be empty.