Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Empty


Dead inside, I try to breathe.
How can I go on living like this?
Nothing’s making sense,
there’s something wrong with me.

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  1. My eyes are shut,
    My heart is bleeding.
    My soul is ripped to pieces,
    Screaming.

    I bleed. I cry.
    I want to fly.
    Like raven high
    Through endless, empty, silver sky.

    They say I'm mad.
    They say I'm dead.
    But spirit mine
    Is stronger than this rotten hide.

    I'll pick those pieces,
    Strong and free, -
    There's Nothing! Nothing! wrong with me...

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    1. Hey, don't write even better stuff than me on my blog! :P
      That is amazing btw. I love it

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  2. I'm just saying that you are very inspiring. Your vision and expressions are so vivid that it overpowers everything that stays on it's way.
    See, even brain-dead people like me, who live most of their life using instruction manual - get carried away =)

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    1. Haha, aww well thank you so much. That really means a lot, I appreciate it :)

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