Page 66 - Written Feelings

Afraid

Look at me, what do you see?
I see nothing, just a shell
Ask me what I want to be.
I'll have nothing much to tell

Take a knife and slash my throat
I won't bleed or even blink
I don't drown, my corpse will float
But I know my mind will sink

I don’t ever like to speak
So, I sit and watch the sky
Who knew nights, so dark and bleak
Would befriend a lonely guy?

I see home between the clouds
Knowing that I will atone
hate to live amongst the crowds
But afraid to die alone