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.
And you could have it all,
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down.
I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
the feelings disappear.
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 I will
make you hurt.
If I could start again
a million miles away,
I would keep myself.
I would find a way.