I've searched far and wide,
For the kid that lived inside me long ago.
I've dug holes in my chest,
I've seen into mirrors,
To only find the empty corridors of my soul.
I was once happy, joyful and careless,
Now I'm bitter, cruel, and cold.
I miss myself sometimes a bit to much.
What can i do?
Where can I search?
Who should I look for,
In times of dispair.
My answe is simple,
I must perish.
My breaths have turned heavy,
they strike me to the floor.
With every breath,
It brings excrutiating pain.
Why do we have to breathe?
My inept mind can't describe how i feel.
It may only seem like an accident to the audience,
But to my eyes,
It's ever so real...