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I wait, but nothing is worthwhile

When I am worthless myself

These walls are all I can turn to

How can I care, when I cannot get out?

I wish I had died before this day

Its because I am nothing that I stay

Can I take control with these feeble hands of desperate greed?

That carressed without feeling

And in a fist-only ever held nothing.

The hands of me that tore down beauty

When looking for a mask of glory

And ran from the ruins.

Always rather face the abyss, than face the true anguish.

Its just easier to be pathetic

I have to leave, for emotion has left me

And either way is misery

I test myself with living

Crawling the line of unbearabilty

And I have to keep going

Now I know Ill never be moved by anything.

Sustained away from all in disbelief

I am numb with distance

My heart is missing

What keeps me alive is nothing.

I know the pain is endless

Though Im unconvinced of emotion

I have already died for nothing:

Graceless confession of the broken.