The saddest part of all is when I wasn't sad, the saddest part is that I'm not sad, I'm hollow, I'm empty, without purpose I'm just pent up rage. I'm exploding internally, the sound is deafening (you still hear me), I'm echoing inside, nothing, nothing, death, I'm hearing it, nothing (do it), nothing, death(do it), I'm always dying (do it) and it's taking forever, I'm taking forever to do anything and nothing is done, nothing. It's all relative and the better it was the worse it is, it's terrible now and I wish it always was, it really always was(it really was), nostalgia sets in and all is well (it never was), it wasn't good, it wasn't okay, I’m not okay, I never was, it was always nothing, it's nothing, it's dying (go on), one day it'll be death (do it), and I hope to be, I hope to die if not only to be aware of myself as nothing, nothing around me nothing to worry about, I think I'll make it work, I won't be okay, I'll make it work, I'm not ready to die but I've never been ready to live, nobody can save me, I’ll be the nothing I always was, I’ll be real for once, the experience of my life only truly lived out in my death, I’m drowning, I'll drown in my mind, I'll die.
My mind a vessel, it tore me far out into a sea of blood, I can’t see the shore anymore, I don’t know which ways which, no hope to hold onto, it left me to die, ever so slowly watching the time pass with nothing happening, watching everything unfold around me, watching the lack of anything in my life, crushing me, I want something that isn’t nothing just to have it.
(The sea of blood)
I fought but now I’m losing any chance of reparations, I’m starting to give in, accepting that I can’t change what I still can’t stand for, letting time pass, nothing done, I’m still drowning in my own blood, I’m growing tired, soon I’ll tire out, I can’t stay afloat forever, it’s all around me, it’s all I see, the sea of blood in my mind consumes me.
The sea of blood in my mind consumes me
I can’t stand on land, don’t try to pull me out, it’ll only confirm my inability, it’s not the sea anymore, I’ve lost it
I've been in distress forever but now it's at the point where I'm drowning, the blood running through my veins keeping me alive is what's killing me, it’s what inside me, it’s what’s killing me, it's what keeps me up at night and what makes me want to sleep the day away, it's me and it doesn't do me any good, it hasn't, it won't, I'll just let it spill out and watch my problems rush out of me. I'd just let it spill out, to drown is to suffer, I'm full of suffering to the point it consumes me, I see myself bleeding out and I feel some relief, but I know it's only temporary, I don't have it in me, my worthless life isn't worth losing, it's not worth entertaining, it isn't entertaining, it's drowning me, I fought against it for so long but all I did was tire, tire to the point that I was ready to given in, I close my eyes and watch it all spill out, t could be better forever, I couldn't be.
It’s so easy to let go of everything when it feels as though you have nothing, I’d let go if it’d do me any good, maybe I’ll see one day, maybe it’ll all be better if only for a brief moment, the moment between nothing, nothing and death.