Thoughts

Dirt on the walls,

Blood in the halls,

This horrible destiny,

Started by simple pity.

The unknown is using me,

No memory that I can see,

I have no home, no room,

My only friend is doom.

On hope I’m surviving,

Yet I can’t be considered living,

You told me you could change my life,

Yet I’m still nearing the afterlife.

I’m not the same anymore,

Inside me you have started a war,

You have changed my heart,

You gave me hope, and tore it apart.

The emptiness inside me,

Is killing me,

And tearing me apart,

Without a trace of my heart.