It's like i'm as blank as the paper i'm writing on Words are so few but somehow they come out of my pen. It's magical, I can't feel but the words can play themselves on this cheap piece of paper. I give up, the world has won. I feel cheated of the sanity that was once my own of the child like innocense Of the naive recollections Of the velour pink pants that portrayed my emotion Sounds, cheap, I know, but that was me Consumed by the media and indifferent to the brute world of realities I used to be able to hide behind my dreams Then dreams became reality And reality became a nightmare. I have a knot in my stomach that won't dissappear It's a black hole, just waiting to consume me Trying to eat me from the inside out By slowly tearing out my innards with profuse amounts of gore I wonder how long it will take for it to surface Faced with all the pain Physical but mostly mental A seemingly well kept atrocity I long for some kind of break Today is the preface to an even worse tomorrow But I can pretend, and I will When you're pretty much empty an act must follow I asked myself if I like to hurt The answer, of course, was no Because as much as is hurts to bleed It feels better then it does to breathe.