You can tell me a thousand times,
that everything will be alright,
but that doesn’t make it true,
especially coming from you.

There is nowhere left to hide,
when I’ve used up all my lies,
there’s nothing left of me inside.

I don’t want to die,
I just don’t want this life,
I’ve tried to hint, that I’m not in this,
but what difference does it make,
when everyone feels the same?

But what happens to me,
when I’m emptied?

It’s been too long,
it’s been too few,
I can’t seem to get through,
especially to you.

I’m raising my white flag,
I’ve had enough of that,
Enemies now seem,
like friends to me,
hoping for peace,
I’m suffering.

I’m being tossed in the sea,
endlessly, trying to breathe.
Give me a break,
before you take and you take,

Stuck in these walls,
they know it all,
and I’m leaving it here.

When you excavate,
this lonely place,
all you’ll find, is my pain.

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