Desolate the Sentiment
Tumbling, freefalling
through a dark bottomless pit
everything is silent but loud at the same time
I can hear their angry meaningless words
but they are worth nothing to me
Everything is starting to be worthless to me
but at the same time everything is meaning so much more
Tired, sick,
of the pathetic lump I am
of the bitter brat I am soon to become
Even the words I say fall upon my ears and make me sick
I want to drown it all out
but the more I wish for things to fade they become clearer
So I keep freefalling, praying to reach the bottom
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