The hole that I punctured within my soul is sucking in unwanted materials and thoughts. Things that drive you to become someone like me. A Hopeless Romantic. I am vacant.
Simple thought of knowing you hate me.
You can't hear me scream.
Whenever the thought of you brings me down,I lie.
I never want to answer your calls.
Inspite of your ever the moral insight. Shallst I wait to make myself a better more reliable person?
Just look for the new...just to wait to feel free...
I've always wanted that feeling.....I am Vacant.
