Tired of pain,
Tired of hurt.
Where did I go wrong to deserve this?
Every step I take in the direction I want to go,
I get stopped in my tracks.
The pain, the hurt, the agony,
follow me wherever I go.
Secluded voices enter the links to my heart,
What they say, I couldn't tell you.
Shattered in pieces, unable to be mended back together.
Ghosts float above me,
Teasing the very existence of me.
The hole inside...