There is a deep feeling of emptiness.
In my shallow pool of feelings.
My heart is barely beating...
Because I'm still retrieving pieces...
That are scattered like the ashes
Of the old heart breaks in the past
And I know that I'm so jaded...
Because of all the smiling faces...
That promised that they'd love me...
But only left me desecrated.

Hanging by an artery...
There's barely any heart left in me.
I'm popping pills to help me feel
less depressed and more normally
Anxiety is inside of me.
Flush it out with drugs, alcohol and weed.
Numb me up.
I give no fucks
I accept who I am entirely.