How do I explain this feeling to anyone,
When there’s nothing left that excites me anymore.
How do I explain to someone this emptiness,
Which lingers in my heart piercing deep into my soul.
How do I get someone to believe me,
When I say that I just sit and wait for the end of each and every single day.
What am I supposed to do,
When life is no longer worth living.
Who do I turn to,
When all those I know already decided I’m merely putting on a show.
I will never understand,
What scares someone so much of their own end.
When to me death seems like a dear old friend.
