Empty

I'm sick of hating every moment that I spend alive.

I've written pages,memories,hold 'em

Their my friends at night.

I've mixed in hatred,deadly poems,

I don't want to die.

I'll fit in nowhere,OmenXIII,

Til I meet demise.

I'm frustrated, patience breaking,

I feel sleep deprived.

Sometimes I want to sleep forever,

but can't end my life.

Sometimes I need to breathe,

just so I can feel alive.

Sometimes I breathe,just to remind me

that I'm dead inside.

I feel dead,I feel dead,I feel dead inside.