There's time, when I question myself
there's time, when I don't recognize myself
there's time, when I get cold strikes my backbone
and I think if I am alone

I dive deep into me,
opening all the crack in my heart
I am bleeding but I keep digging
to find out why I am like this

Was I born broken, or was I broken by the world
Why I have fountain of tears in my heart
and what's with all the voices in my head?

I start diving into anger,
then disappointment,
and finally reach abandonment
I keep diving, deeper and deeper

And suddenly I reach the deepest
It's...
a
void

I am empty inside
© Peng