Why try anymore?
The void in me only grows,
The hole which my soul tore,
When it bled as the pain rose.
Darkness is my comfort,
Loneliness, my only fried.
Solitude is the one I court,
The only one with me in the end.
I try so hard not to,
And fail in every step.
For in everything I do,
Nothing but pain is kept.
The void swallows it all
And I do nothing as I fall.