1993
Bring me back to the days before I lost faith in everything.

I know my faults. They burrow through my chest and shake me to my bones.

I've become one with emptiness. Inseparable. My personal void. I don't deserve to live like this.

Going through the motions. Empty words fall from my mouth.
Overwhelmed by waves of self doubt.
Sinking through the cracks. Losing contrast.
I've become the ghost.

All I loved I loved alone.

They say that things get better, that time heals all wounds. I'm just getting older, waiting for death bring me home.

Just waiting for death to bring me home.