Looking for answers to my questions,
But I'm not sure what I'm asking.
There lies dark roads ahead,
But I have nothing to light my way.
It's hard to empty.
To feeling nothing anymore.
The callouses building.
No pain until they are ripped away.
Until there is nothing left,
But a hollow shell.
An empty lie.
Think things are going good?
It's only an illusion.
Clear your vision and see,
The lie that hides beneath.
Looking for the perfect chance to break you.
Leaving you cold, shivering, and alone.
Clutching the pieces of your heart, wondering,