There is nothing left to say, I watch the tide, no reason in talking, when im empty inside.
Im staring through this window, to the world outside, this feeling inside me, is killing me, you were right.
Lend me a hand, help me up, stop staring, there is not much to see.
Behold my spiral, downwards motions, running through my head, it's like I'm already dead.
Emptyness fills my heart, next to all the shame and regret, I feel forsaken, laying lonely in my bed.
Every night the same old song, I'm all by myself, it's going on for so long.
I'm not that kinda type, I wont end my life, I'm just hoping for it to clear, not for a deeper dive.
I guess I have to stop writing, the emotions take over, no luck for me, no four-leaved clover.