"A void is all that’s left
No sanity to be found
I’ve lost my mind in the process
I can’t distinguish any sounds
When there’s nothing to live for
And you truly are at your last
You hate yourself thoroughly
Solely dwell on the past
A new you starts emerging
Something different, something clean
Something desperate for anything
Other than a dream
But dreams are what I have
They beckon me with demand
Let’s hope my dreams never come true
For if they do, you’ll know exactly who I am."
