The sinking feeling,
It tears me down,
Making me wonder,
Am I sound?

Have I become insane?
As I sit,
Pondering,
In my own shame.

To wonder if I am to blame,
Looking at myself,
I’ll never seem the same.

I understand now,
Why I felt that way,
Why I shut down,
Pushed everyone away.

Turned to the wrong stuff, wrong crowd.
Wondering if I’ll be saved.
If I’ll ever be found.

Yes, I know I’m lost.
All I do is keep my fingers crossed,
For luck.
Its the only thing I have left.


I’m empty inside,
I’m nothing but a shell,
I’m hollow, waitng for the days of hell.

I write these words for you,
Telling you dont follow,
Not in my path, not in my road.
That shall not be a way you’ll go.

This I’ll always know,
Being this way,
Tends to show the side you want to die
All you can do is sit there,
Drowning in your own sighs.

Depending on your own lies,
that keep you alive.
These things we tend to despise,
only to late do we realize…
Your Hollow.