Ink flows through my veins

Comes out but there’s no pain.

I feel as I was dead inside

Is it true that I’m alive?

Gotta say I just don’t feel it

Pulse refusing to stop beating…

Not living life, just waiting for death

Every single fucking morning

Less and less I care about

For the ones that’ve stayed around.

I know that I’m a selfish douche

There’s not much that I can do.

Killing myself would be pointless

Just as everything I wrote here.