I will hang myself on the wall,
And I’ll watch my tears as they fall.
Drying my eyes on the peeling paint,
Feeling the graze as it scratches my face.
I can paint a pretty picture on the stone,
Watch the midnight moon set as I sit alone.
Sitting lonely, gazing through the broken skylight,
Making funny faces in the evening twilight.
Staring out the window as the rain pours down,
Relaxing and so sweet, yet still I frown.
Smiling at my walls as they crack their jokes,
Feeling so damn lonely that I want to choke.
Lost in being nothing,
Always feeling something.