Words alongside hatred, a thousand I could write,
but nothing for love's sake, there was nothing I could find.
I used to tear away at my hollow chest: a godforsaken waste.
Lonely was a friend of mine, she cries and cries all night;
With all my feelings I tried to hide, she screams them out 'till dawn.
Then my feet grew cold and my heart did too:
and the world shuts its doors on me.
So I knocked on the doors and waited a few minutes, but no one came for me.
The silence was hastily strong and deadly, the air around me was still.
And the urge to scream got heavier with time, slowly devouring me.