I hurt myself today

to see if i still feel.

I focus on the pain,

the only thing thats real.

The needle tears a hole;

the old familiar sting,

try to kill it all away,

but I remember everything.

what have I become,

my sweetest friend?

Everyone i know,

goes away in the end,

and you could have it all:

my empire of dirt,

I will let you down,

I will make you hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns

upon my liars chair:

full of broken thoughts,

I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,

the feelings dissapear.

You are someone else,

I am still right here.

What have I become,

my sweetest friend?

Everyone I know,

goes away in the end,

and you could have it all:

my empire of dirt.

I will let you down,

I will make you hurt.

If I could start again,

a million miles away,

I will keep myself,

I would find a way.