Torn is what I am inside.
Two opposites always collide.
Hollow you can sometimes call me.
A reflection of all that could be.
All energy has been drained from me.
A vague shape of what I used to be.
Everything has changed but still the same.
All that is left of me is just a name.
I can barely walk without falling apart.
Would tell you all but can't make a start.
Full of emotions but lack what to say.
All sense and sanity have gone away.
My mind has failed me, left me here.
I linger here in shame and fear.
My brilliance has disappeared, left me alone.
I have not made it far, all on my own.
My mind feels so insane.
Saving me is just in vain.
Torn inside, no one will ever know me.
Big mess within, for no one to see.