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. You could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down, I will make you hurt. I wear my crown of shit, on my liar’s chair. Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. Beneath the stain of time, the feeling disappears. You are someone else, I am still right here. What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know, goes away in the end. 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.